And I have been spending a lot of time with the Sneaky Creeper. It is not intentional. He just lurks and creeps around and happens to show up where ever I am... creepy stalker.
How many ages whirled you on, and were you Herald of Dusk or Dawn?
What cratered moon knows your desires? On what strange shrines have leapt you fires?
And are you alone, or are you part
Of the "Just Beyond' and it's beating heart?
Were you tired of Earth's small space,
And dark, black clouds that hid your face?
And we have learned to not regret, and know that to die is not to forget...
For Surely a soul that to Heaven fled would find on earth a restless bed.