HORROR Poem: The Storm Walker, by Ed Ahern

There is what was a man
who walks October storms in darkness.
On sleepless nights I see him striding
all wrapped up in sheets of lightning
or flushed with the sodden rain of fall.
The gentle nights are spent without him
who rouses for the howl of wind
that consummates his passage.
I think to join him in his trek
but fear that he will tell me
of why he travels in this violence
or worse, for whom he seeks.

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