Before you read, look at this and this Calvin and Hobbes strip, they’re loosely the inspiration. I give you the creative liberty to do it however you want though.
Along the bend of Beeler was I walking, Friday night.
That place where branches block your way and trees obscure the light
That stretch where even houses dare not settle near the street
Where sidewalk tiles are topsy-turned by roots beneath your feet.
A hatted man, I did approach! Though I could not discern
The nature of his face, because his visage was obscured
He breathed a strange uneven heave which misted in the air
A longish-looking brim kept in his neatly comb-ed hair.
“Hello my friend!” I bellowed forth, and seeing it was late,
I thought he would pick up on my inebriated state
But quiet kept the man as though the silence was his love
And silence hung like spiderwebs while branches swayed above.
Well, I was merely puzzled by this stranger’s lack of whimsy
“Hey big guy, what’s your name?” and then I grinned (a little tipsy)
But then I saw him near and my enthusiasm soured
This was no average college drunk that I had just encountered!
His features — they were mostly plain — but took, was I, aback
Because I saw his eyes — or more specifically, his lack.
His walking slowly came to halt, and though he never spoke
I saw his slender hands reach in the pockets of his cloak
And forth he brought an orb that shined as brightly as a beacon
It glowed a million different hues, and shortly I was tweakin’
My balance was off-kilter and askew became my steppin’
My heart was beating at about a million miles a second
And through the ground I fell, I swear, it’s true upon my honor
The height I fell was frightening, I swore I was a goner
But then I landed safe, and it feels silly now to mention,
I could’ve truly sworn I’d landed in a new dimension
The up was down, the light was cold, the air was strange and sweet
And all around a ghostly glow lit up the barren street
My time in this new realm was brief, for shortly I awoke
Prostrate upon a freezing lawn with snow upon my coat
I shook awake and then I walked to ask a passerby
“What time is it?” for there was clearly sunlight in the sky.
I have to say, their answer almost had me disbelieving
For they insisted it was now already Sunday evening!
So now you see, submitting late was never my intention,
The Hatted Man is why I need to ask for an extension.
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