Dogs were loose but the
horses were tied
Twisted trees watch
scarecrows fly
Hurricane lamps
smashed in the wind
There's a storm overhead,
closing in
Servants bit through chains
then they fled
Mistress won't get her
breakfast in bed
The earth slipped its moorings
as the moon cracked a smile
There's a storm on the wind in
the whites of their eyes
Pitchfork lightning strikes the ground
Shadows march to the storm
drum sound
River swelled its banks breaking free
A storm to raise the dead, finally
Free at last!