Mystic
On a black, dark night Devoid of light I walked alone down the road It was a dangerous part of town But I still braved the storm It loomed out there On the horizon above There were rumours about How it started Was it by a force of God Or did some mystic conjure it for his love The butterfly fluttered its wings again The wind floated till it met my face The butterfly knew not what it had committed For when the wind struck, my heart did race And then I met him down the line of sight The rumoured mystic spoken of In fear and in delight He's said to be wearing a cloak Starry, white His eyes, far gone A blind mystic, he is He'll make your wishes come true But be careful for what you wish A darkened horizon lies beyond The lightning illuminates it While the thunder warns Those who think that they can brave it The mystic spoke Or rather asked, and said "You, who walk alone at night you be not afraid?" I simply shook my head, and brushed him by He was whistling the tune Of ...