Alone he entered quiet as a sin
To spend here but one solitary night
A few essential words he uttered in
The foyer’s lonely yellow candlelight

He scrawled a name into my sacred book
And added to the hordes who’d come before
He nodded as from me the key he took
Cold as winter midnight and the floor

And as he made his way across the inn
The shadows wrapped their arms around the boy
And touched his face, carressed his wind-burned skin
As ne’er I’d dare though in my dreams I toy

For I am but the keeper of this place
And all who go and come and come and go
Are strangers leaving not the faintest trace
Except the name that’s kept for me to know