Stranger

Through fog and shadows,
beneath the street light,
amidst the noise and haste
There travel's a man,
with a large black hat,
yet no one has seen his face.

He carries a bag with him,
wherever he goes,
and a cane to help him walk.
Both hand's gloved,
coat trailing behind him,
and no one has heard him talk.

There is one more thing,
I didn't explain,
and I've heard this is quite true.
Don't look him in the eye,
as he passes you by,
or one day he will come for you.

Side Note; This amazing poem was sent to me by the amazing Donna Gladman who you can find on twitter @F4LL3n4ng3l81, give her an idea and she brings it to life.