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Through a frame of melted
sand i caught a glimpse of
some strange man & this
man he walked a path but in
his hand he clutched a staff
that bore a cross and
epigraph. As he passed the
man peered back his face
was pale his eyes were
black an eerie pause
brought forth a sack. The
man reached in and exposed
a light that first was red but
then turned white it grew &
grew it got so bright i had to
shield my eyes from sight. I
turned away for just a blink
but to look again was my
instinct slowly i removed my
hands and saw there was no
light there was no man.