Mistica Chronicles

Welcome to Issue 73

Scorcher Winning Entry

Strange Traveler

I walked along a hard dirt road
Not knowing where to go
He stepped down into the road beside me,
And the path ahead began to flow
The rhythm of out walking
Made a cloak of silence
For that is what the Strange Traveler likes

On and on ahead we walk
Under the midnight moon
Will I be home by morning?
Will I be late, or be there soon
No knowing where we are going
Just traveling up this road
I’m sure he will show me wonderous things
Things of which my grandfather has told in stories of old