Strange Traveler Through The Woods...

In the fogy, trembling night
I met a traveler with haunting sight
He sat on horse half tilted right
With a candle burning so bright
He had a turban on his head
His face was lonely and sad
He was crazy and somehow mad
He went wherever his horse fad
He was whistling in the deadly woods
Passing through the goblins hood
But if he had a experience he would
Have never entered this wood so he could
Walk in the morning ray
Alongside the twisting bay
Or could he sing dance with gay
But for this he never lay

Now

Ghosts freaks and goblins shouts
We met a traveler in the woods
Who went wherever his horse lay!

by Naila Rais

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Grief For Grief Can Touch for one and all.