The Old Man Poem by Paddy J. P. Harris

I walked upon a rural path by night,
I came across an aged and withered man.
He had a long grey beard and strange attire,
I said I’d try to help him if I can.

But then he gave a mighty booming laugh
And up he sprang and held me by the arm,
He had me in his spell, I dared not stir.
None can fight the power of wizard charm.

The moon was full within the still night sky,
And all the beasts, they gave a sigh. They knew
The fate to which this deadly ghoul did take
Those few he oft times thought to try.