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?