Out from the darkness do I emerge, riding fast in my steed, to bring news from 'round the world.
Swiftly, I dispense my wares, lest I let down my faithful patrons.
I pass my rivals, but there are no hostilities, for we all know our task.
Like the humble mailman, I complete my duty no matter the weather.
My work often goes unnoticed, but if it was, I would be among the likeness of Santa, or the Tooth Fairy.
Making the things of yesterday disappear, and leaving instead, the thing of today.
It is a lonely job, traversing over the many miles that is my domain.
I return home after many hours, hands dirty, and occasionally, with a wound or t