Chapter 9 night Stalker
night Stalker
Here he comes: Nightcrawler!
The deserted street has a calm voice,
From the black mist,
To the black mist.
night's best friend,
He knows all its trivialities,
So familiar, in its nurturing,
He had all the queerest tempers in it.
Nightcrawler is the weirdest of them all.
You see him in the night:
Wearing a black felt hat,
Walk as silently as the night.