In lands afar, in shadows’ haunt,
There wanders a man, like a demon, jaunt.
But he remedies, he heals their pain,
‘The traveling man’ has no name.
Through valleys deep and mountains tall,
From human life, he may not exist at all.
Through the dense forest at midnight nigh,
His lantern roams underneath the sky.
His grasps of herbs, a help to fix,
Healing from his fingertips.
With potions brewed fr...
