A crumbling churchyard, the sea and the moon;

The waves has gouged out grave and bone;

A man was walking, late and alone...

Looking ahead he saw a bat,

The moon was shiny like a lighthouse keepers torch

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Behind he heard a owl hoot,

The sea was going up and down,

He walked and walked,

The shells cracked,

He felt fear in his heart,

It was really strange... suddenly little white bones...