If you
happen to pass by the old road out of town
Which is
said to be unsafe, but actually isn’t so
The urban
legends they have constructed about the road
Began when a
traveller journeyed on it to get back home
He drove
steadily along the road
But
He saw trees
walking beside his car
With faces
in the knots of their trunks
He also saw
them dancing animatedly
And he heard
the wind cackling as it blew by
The old
transmission towers decided to join the party
By sending
off showers of sparks
That day was
special
The thirty
first of October to be precise
The trees
and their companion ghosts and ghouls
And all
things sinister
Wake and
walk the earth all day
So began an
urban legend
That lasts
even today
The Bilge Master
