Poem

A crumbling churchyard, the sea and the moon;

The waves gouged out grave and bone;

A man was walking, late and alone...

looking ahead he saw a shimmer,

A shadowy swoop a glinting figure not a bunch but still a crunch,

Feeling a breeze that made him shiver,

He turned around and saw a dark river,

He heard a shriek that sounded like a freak,

He heard the waves crush so he mad a sudden hush,

A blazing fire in the ocean that went in slow motion,

Seeing a dark shadow he felt like a little fellow,