The Crossroads

"They say if you go down to the crossroads alone, and wait for that brief moment when night turns to dawn, you might see the old man sitting there. Even if you don't see him, you might smell the faint aroma of his pipe tobacco, or see the shadow of his crutch, or hear his deep merry chuckle. Sometimes he gives you things; sometimes he takes things from you. Only one thing is certain: once you've gone to see him, you'll never be the same again.

Some say the old man is the devil himself. Others say he's an angel sent from heaven, and still others call him the lurker at the threshold. If you ask him about this, he'll tell you "yes." And then he'll chuckle to himself, his eyes brighter than the waning stars as he puffs on his pipe and dawn becomes daybreak."

–Kenaz Filan (Houngan Coquille du Mer), 2007