Time for the hood

Let me keep this proper,
  I am talking about a style of dress.
      This is already going wrong.

Back in the day,
   and I do mean back in the day,
      someone would come into the village,
         and spin a tale.

You never saw a face,
  you only heard the voice.


You heard a proper story.



I can only wait to continue.


I must withdraw into my hood.