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