Midnight passes

Over that small town highway

Like the moment that passes

When death overcomes life

Some kind of morbid tranquility

Engulfs that stretch of road

As the Traveler slithers through

Even the forest feels the shiver

And trees stand still and silent

As if listening for his approach

Listening for the predator

As he creeps along

The car ahead and its occupants

Remain oblivious

To the danger that lurks so close

Caught up in music and laughter

The revelry of youth

A momentary escape of the small town

Restraints

And the Traveler is nothing more

Than an apparition in the dark