Eyes like coals with secrets burning,
Mien of sorrow, cold and yearning,
Whispers 'neath the moon discerning,
Echoes of a soul left turning.

Cloaked in mantle, tattered, flowing,
Footsteps hushed, yet ever knowing,
Through the misty night, bestowing
A presence numbing, fear's seeds sowing.

Who is he, this spectral dweller?
From what depths, what silent cellar,
Has he come, this silent feller,
With...