Balefire from heaven crashed down, Ere the spirit rode into town Dismounted his obsidian steed, Veiled in a nameless creed Advanced in mud, wind, and rain, To seek out sordid pain
As the wraith was clearly pernicious, Many folks became suspicious He preyed on the helpless and morbid, Dancer of death most horrid Spurned their high sacrosanct laws, Spreading his vile cause
When the phantom hoisted his steeple, Rank fear ignited the people They mustered an urgent town meeting, Gave the marshal a bleating Demanded he end this grimoire, For now it had gone too far
Thus the brave marshal made an arrest, Which the specter did not protest Even when they locked him in a cell, With outlaws blighted by hell Condemned to afflictions eternal, Just demise, most infernal
Yet that devil the plague could not kill, Nor did he even become ill Quite strangely he proceeded to thrive, And kept the dying alive Diseases succumbed to remission, Eden arose from perdition
The marshal, now no longer needed, Released them all and receded Then the town asked the spirit to stay, Conceding to his right way But they failed to see what he'd done, So he rode off, into the sun
