A crumbling churchyard, the sea and the moon;
The waves had gouged out grave and bone;
A man was walking, late and alone
Looking ahead he heard a screech as loud as a beating drum
Behind him, towards the bridge
He jogged faster
But the sound only got louder
Suddenly the wind was howling
The trees bowed in the wind
He looked behind terrified
He thought he had gone dilly dally
He wanted to hide