A Stranger Named Charlie

It was down by the brook at 2 a.m.

When I met this man

Starin' at the stars

With hands full of sand

Of course, 

As most would do,

I asked him,

"Where's your shoes, Charlie?"

Altogether, he wasn't too frightened

Instead he regarded me

With a most ominous look

And declared something rediculous:

"I am the seat where the cold waters meet.

I am the looming shadow cast by moonlight.

I am the chalice disguised by malice.

And my journey of a hundred years

Has led me to this empire."

It was a bit too much to fathom

And quite a lot to swallow

So I just gave him a strange look

And began to film this loony

Slowly, the sand filtered through his fingers

And his gaze rested on the brook

Just before hovering a few feet

He vanished momentarily

And I had it all on tape

Of course, they all thought it was CGI

And noone could spread such a lie

So I off'd meself and met ol' Charlie

Somewhere between Starbucks and Wal-Mart

Wondering what the whole deal with it was

"Why, Charlie! 

Whatever did you mean back there?"

"All that and a box of submarines, my friend."