twice the sun rose into the sky
and thrice it was drowned in night

the poor man weeping in the street
swore he saw it all

"I dreamt of little islands
in the stream of forgotten life

they rose and fell all the time
in days of unknown things"

this remark I found quite odd
as I asked him once again

but he just said the same damn thing
and would not sway his thought

"beware of little men
in suits of antique wear

they bring bad fortune and pain
when they show up at your door"

again his words plagued me
riddles they seemed to be

so instead of asking anymore of him
I shot him in the head