At the time between dusk and dawn,
I was caught strolling,
Not rolling,
But merely walking down a cobbled,
Shadowed walkway.
The echoes of light, bright
Store front lights
Ceased to exist.
A frigid, uneasy breeze started to crawl up my trousers and into my heart.
I became dark.

A shadowed, hallowed car appeared,
a mere apparition I feared.
A figure appeared, appeared right before my eyes,
It merely sat, and leered.
For it sat and analyzed me,
Sat and put me in an exhibit,
Sat and sketched my very fears.

I peered into the inferno, I came near,
Near to the mirage.
Greeting but not meeting, I wallow in
Sorrow, the despicable fallout, of my demise.

We walked you and I,
I sat, sat in that very seat,
In the old behemoth.
Where time meets space,
And fates meet.