Shadows of nightI come from the shadows of the night,Shrouded in the cover darkness I stay out of sight.I’ll be clothed in a swarthy robe,When I visit your humble abode.Please don’t be alarmed.For I come to do no harm,Instead I bare a single gift from the night,A simple chaste kiss on the lips to say goodnight.Just a single final farewell,Pray my sickle sends you north of hell.
Night at the fairGrand Oak Mountain fair was one of the largest fairs to come to Springview, Alabama. It was a well-known fact that the Grand Oak Mountain fair always came to Springview on the first weekend in October and stayed for the full week. The large fair attracted hundreds of tourist and most of the locals would come at least one day during the week. Opening day was always over crowded with hundreds of people, however this year that changed. On the first Saturday of October, also known as opening day, the weather was abnormally cold. Wind viscously lashed out every few seconds chilling anyone in its path to the bone and downpours were happening frequently to add to the mayhem. Both the staff members and the few fairgoers adventurous enough to brave the weather were quite miserable because of the storm. Suggestions were frequently made to postpone the fair until the horrible weather cleared. Barnum Williams, the fair owner, was too stubborn to cancel a twenty-year-old tradition just becau