Just a click beyond the dark of midnight
The Traveler emerges in stride
Briskly paced and haunting
Damp streets and fog enrobed autumn eve
Keeping time over flattened dead
Leaves once vibrantly coloured
Now faded brown decaying
Soon to be lost
Down stone gutters through chilled metal grates
Into the bowels below this city of sorrow
His footsteps trample the concrete
Back towards the muddy rivers edge
Through backwoods of secrets untold
Over shallow crypts of forsaken dreamers
Only he has remembrance of
Death comforts him at every turn
Cold like the grave so many now lay within
And deep like the winter snow that threatens to fall