it bellows forth and tugs her hair
she falters on the muddy track
its fury howling through the air
sheer terror stops her turning back
she falters on the muddy track
the black wind hides which way to go
sheer terror stops her turning back
she hears waves crashing far below
the black wind hides which way to go
no moon, no light of any kind
she hears waves crashing far below
and now must walk as if she’s blind
no moon no light of any kind
she weeps to be in such a place
and now must walk as if she’s blind
rain lashing harsh across her face
she weeps to be in such a place
no friendly sound or call or bark
rain lashing harsh across her face
hands clawing in the whirling dark
no friendly sound or call or bark
its fury howling through the air
hands clawing in the whirling dark
it bellows forth and tugs her hair
