A decrepit and weathered caravan jingles abruptly
as it seems to cease its long journey.
Descending from an ominous woodland,
the cloaked driver peers out into a glade near a small village.
His lips, dry and cracked,
curl deceitfully as he feels the beating light
at his back sending flickering waves across
the top of the darkness that clothes him.
With a flick of the reigns
he notions his black steed to the middle of the clearing.
The Villagers rush to find out what all the commotion is about,
surrounding this strange and unusual sight.
The whispers from behind the unidentified figure
begin to grow louder as the creaking cab
seat is emptied and his feet hit the ground.
His bony fingers lift and drag with slight pressure against the hood
creating an etching sound with his finger nails
to the cloth of the covered wagon.
He speaks in a haunting tone, slow, and intentional.
"I bring to the peasants,
a gift through time and spaces unknown unto you all."
And with one single jerk upon the tattered cloth,
it comes floating down to the ground.
The crowd gasps in shock...
It was a woman.
-Fin
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