The Night Walker
Found only in the fires of hell
For deeds both known and not yet known
Cursed and evil prone,
Thrust in fire’s spell—
Blessed in such a way is he.
As death approaches the walker
He finds friendship in a stranger’s embrace
Never pausing in panic’s place,
For terror is the fuel of the shadow-stalker,
Out in the streets of night, stealthy as they flee.
