The Night of the Crimson Cloak Continued

Of a man cold with doubt
Whose face was old, and heart was stout

Who faced his fears that dreadful night
And made it through until the light

That was what dawned on that mystery man
Who only told the story because he can

His heart was right, his arm was strong
His cloak was bright, his words were long

A story he told cold and deep
That put the man fast asleep

When he awoke the cloak was gone
Into the shadows that became so long

No one believed the man's new tale
But the man knew it to be true without fail...