"The Grassman of Salt Fork"
by David Ferguson

 

[Verse 1]
In the mist of night, shadows creep,
Echoes whisper secrets, too dark to keep.
A figure dances, beneath the pale moon,
The Grassman waits, for you to attune.

Hear the rustling, underfoot tread,
Follow the sounds, where the lost dare to tread.

[Chorus]
Whispers in the wind, calling your name,
Echoes of the past, driving you insane.
Creeping through the night, shadows unfurl,
The Grassman of Salt Fork, the keeper of the world.

[Verse 2]
Salt Fork's haunted, with stories untold,
Through twisted branches, the mysteries unfold.
In every echo, his laughter is near,
Lurking in silence, breeding your fear.

A flicker of light, fades into the black,
The Grassman's watching, no turning back.

[Chorus]
Whispers in the wind, calling your name,
Echoes of the past, driving you insane.
Creeping through the night, shadows unfurl,
The Grassman of Salt Fork, the keeper of the world.

[Outro]
Into the darkness, forever you'll roam,
With the Grassman beside, you'll never come home.