A crumbling churchyard, the sea and the moon;

The waves had gouged out grave and bone;

The man was walking late alone...

Looking ahead he saw a shimmer also a little glimmer ...

Ahoo he heard some one laughed like a hyena,

The bumpy white cloud with a shadow above.

A whiff of smoke passed him,

He heard something behind him.

Crackling, crumbling something shone in the light above him

What could it be? what could it be?