He was just a man
Sitting in the corner of the bar
Nothing out of the ordinary
Looking at him from afar.
He never bothered anyone
Was never angry or mean
And for the cost of a drink
He'd tell you of the sights he'd seen.
Angus was his name
Came from the Scottish highland
He hoped to return there
But life doesn't go according to plan.
Angus spoke of a black wolf
As black as a piece of coal
Attacked and almost killed him
Ended up devouring his soul.
After slaving in the golden hills
Angus gave all he had to give
Even though he had survived
There was no will to live.
So Angus ended up here
In a dim, dingy bar in Nome
And for this wanderer
It was the closest thing to a home.
Angus talked of unspeakable horrors
Imprisoned with his head
And no matter how much he drank
It never silenced the voices of the dead.
Angus spoke of the voices
The soul piercing screams
Daytime nightmares
No ordinary dreams.
Angus spoke too of visions
Of friends that simply disappeared
Sudden blizzards, soul killing cold
A memory that to often reappeared.
Angus wondered when it all would end
The answer came one winter night
He passed from his frozen darkness
To the warmth of heavens sun light.

(c)2009 T. La Fountain