There was a man who walked alone
His features seemed near carved in stone
He looked ahead, yet naught He saw
His face was pale, His body flawed

"A fell old fool" some people said -
when day was bright and shadows fled

But when alone, at midnight's hour
they would within their houses cower,
and regret the words so quickly spoken
when merriment all fears had broken

Then upon their door would sound
(like thunder from the underground)
a thump so hard it shook the earth
and chased away all future mirth...

Some did faint and some did cry
but none of them could Him defy
What happened then will not be told -
when minds dissolved and hearts grew cold

They turned all bleak, almost as bone
their features now seem carved in stone
They stare ahead, their bodies broken
their souls are lost; the Devil's token.

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