The traveler arrived in the dark of night
With no sound to his feet and the sun out of sight
Impeccably clad, in tails and bow tie
Not making acquaintances, he appeared quite shy
He asked for a room with a deep baritone voice
Close to the cellar was his first choice
His baggage would follow, sometime in the morn
The register didn't show, where he was born
He turned down an offer to have some food
Said he would drink later, when he'd be in the mood
With a swish of his cape he bid them godnight
And he left through the door, a swaggering sight
The following morn, the town was in grief
When a young lady's body, was found by a thief
No blood anywhere,not even a speck
But two little holes in the back of her neck
Later that day, when the sun had gone down
Very little people could be seen in the town
The traveler came up, from the cellar below
No longer pale faced, he was all aglow
He said very little as he ordered red wine
Just a business meeting around about nine
He took long strides as he walked out of sight
Knowing it was here, that he had his first bite
Michael Christopher Daly
2005
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