Straining silence fills the air,
Endless sky a gash, a tear,
A hole at day, the whole at night,
The wind it cries out in afright,
It shreiks to look into that light.
A jarring monotone,
And in it a groan,
It leers and jeers,
Laughs and cries,
It screams up to those boundless skies.
It rips and rends all those people,
All of them up in the steeple,
With yells like blades thru the air,
Then back it flies into it's lair.