• The moon shone bright upon the grass,
    The frost creeping like death upon my sill,
    'A travelin' down the path was I,
    Findin' some time to kill,
    When a figure jumped across the road,
    eyes shining like a flame so bright,
    An evil glazed upon those eyes,
    They burnt into the night.
    The eyes set in a sunken gaze,
    an old face starin' back at mine,
    A face so bleached and cold and still,
    seemed to have risen from the brine.
    "You can't come across this way, son",
    he called with voice so hoarse,
    "This night is filled with with sin and vice,
    I imagine you'll partake of course",
    I sat there in my cart and grinned,
    A grin that chilled him to the bone,
    "You're quite a brave old guy" I said,
    "To face the night alone."
    He laughed and snorted quite a bit,
    wavin' his stick in the air,
    "Boy, I've seen n killed things so big,
    They make your cart look like a hare!"
    "I'm sure you've done great things, old man,
    That I'm willin' to bet,
    But now you've stopped Niwaka n his cart,
    Hell, you ain't seen nothin' yet!"