Jack Goldstein

When man of slender visits you
Nothing on earth that one can do
In well he’ll hide, or watery hole
And he will eat your mortal soul
so if thou seest the man so thin
pray you don’t see him again
for he is not from world we know
he cometh from far down below
on his bed of dirt from grave
from his dank and silent cave
he watches you yet has no sight
he taketh you away at night