a night’s stroll
Posted on August 30th, 2008 in
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It was on a stroll one summer’s night
As I walked along the cypress grove
For it was my custom to take an evening rove
I came upon a figure all void of light
His raven visage a strangely welcome site
With a sooty finger he beckoned me in his direction move
Such a polite request I could not reprove
Our peaceful company in me did incite
A sea of calm and peaceful repose
And gazing down the path up which I’d made to wander
I could see so clearly every impression
Of each stride adorning the way I’d chose
Yet sweet words from my sable companion told me not to ponder
That I am ready was my only confession
