As I passed the moors one dark eve,
A spirit showed and walked to me.
He tipped his hat and bowed down low,
And asked how far I had to go.
'Nary five miles more' said I to he,
Then as I rode, he walked with me.
We spoke of dark, hate, light and love,
Demons below and angels above.
I thought this man I knew some way,
Another life, another day.
His smile was warm, but his touch so cold,
His eyes looked young, but his face was old.
Then he left, as sudden as he came,
Left me alone in the cold rain.
Now I'm left with a memory,
Dreaming of things that used to be.