Strange, Dark and Mysterious

Strange, dark, and mysterious—gather near,

A quiet voice begins what can’t be unseen;

Strange, dark, and mysterious—listen here.

A photograph, a forest, cold with fear,

A vanished hiker lost in living green—

Strange, dark, and mysterious—gather near.

A diver finds a doorway in a pier,

A journal page tells where someone has been;

Strange, dark, and mysterious—listen here.

A cabin waits where no one should appear,

A radio call breaks softly in between—

Strange, dark, and mysterious—gather near.

The storyteller leans so we can hear

How ordinary days turn unforeseen;

Strange, dark, and mysterious—listen here.

So millions sit while midnight edges clear,

Each tale a place where truth is rarely clean—

Strange, dark, and mysterious—gather near,

Strange, dark, and mysterious—listen here.