There are stars like diamonds,
An Olmec moon,
A jet black sky
And the devil’s tune,
A distant howl
From the choking dark,
Frost on the turf
And the vixen’s bark.
Shadows are strangers,
Trees are shrouds,
The wind whips cruel
Through the frightened clouds.
There is something evil
In the air tonight
That dwells in the dark
And devours the light.
But safe in my room
I am feeling calm
Till a cold, crisp claw
Closes round my arm.
