For Want of a Nail - Extremity

He walked into their town, on a Sunday half past noon

Emerging from the forest, after a waning moon

His ways are not like ours

His flesh is pale and cold

His eyes are dead but dreaming

Withholding tales untold

The church fell silent as he passed, the pastor quaked with fear

The stranger shook and mumbled, sundown was drawing near

The farmer’s daughter found him, she gave him food and drink

That strange girl from the foothills, what would the townsfolk think?

His ways are not like ours

His flesh is pale and cold

His eyes are dead but dreaming

Withholding tales untold

For want of a nail, the shoe was lost

For want of a shoe, the horse was lost

For want of a horse, the rider was lost

For want of a rider, the battle was lost

For want of a battle, the kingdom was lost

And all for the want of a horseshoe nail

The kingdom was lost

And he is the nail

Soldier / Stranger

Menace / Danger

Divine / Creature

Warlock / Preacher

Outcast / Outlier

Outlaw / Hellfire

Exiled / Displaced

Expire / Disgraced