The Traveler of the Dark

I am a traveler of the dark

Where I go I leave my mark

Where I stop I cannot stay long

For me to stay forever simply wrong

I roam from town and country

Of this year and the next century

I hold no lover, children, or friend

Yet I meet them all at the very end

I know not why I wander

I know I may never travel yonder

To the worlds of light and despair

Yet I travel with little care

I am the visitor of who you do not weep

When the time comes I bid you a kiss in your cold sleep