A Strange Occurance

Perhaps I dreamed that night
at which I looked out the window late

Seeing a dim light upon the street
there, a quiet, robed figure in black
with a hat upon his head

The rain as it poured seemed to write the music
as the man danced among the raindrops
light shooting form his fingers
and the ground shook beneath him

There, also out upon that street
another figure, dressed in crimson

the two seemed to be dancing
in a wild, rage of fury
terrible rays of light they shot at each other

I confess, I shook, afraid
there at the window latch
as I watched the two at work
but surely this, a dream I had
and not a story true

I watched in shock
there as the man in black, robed with hat
delivered that fatal blow

a terrible light that lit the sky
and alas his crimson foe was gone

And then, it seemed he looked my way
as the lightning split the sky
and then the next moment I watched
the street, it empty sat

I would not tell this dream I had
were it to end right there
for today, it seems I saw that man!
walking in the village square

he turned and tipped his hat to me
winked as I went by

and suddenly, my dream came back

I think perhaps I need some rest
this story could not be true

But then again

as I turned to still my troubled mind
and show myself my foolery

where did he go?