Midnight on the marsh

Silence falls upon the marsh,
The cold wind blows its bite is harsh.

Horses stop and mind the sky,
Something is coming, beware the reeds cry.

The winter mist rolls in from the sea,
Hark it is coming whisper the trees.

As the Moon disapears behind clouds of darkness,
The grey wolf howls and all fear its harshness.

The hunt has begun, the season is nigh,
Beware all beware and never do cry.