The strangers tale
In shadows deep, where twilight tends to creep,
A tale unfolds, in Serling’s whispered tone,
Of worlds unseen, where secrets often seep,
And man’s true nature, chillingly is shown.
A town asleep, beneath a sky so still,
Its people blind to what the night conceals,
For in the quiet, lies a test of will,
Where truth and fear, the darkest pact reveals.
A stranger comes, with eyes that pierce the veil,
He speaks of change, of futures yet unknown,
His words a mirror, to the town's own tale,
Reflecting sins, that they had never shown.
As dawn arrives, the stranger fades away,
Leaving behind, the lesson of the day.
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