31 January 2013
It knocks against my window
Howls and shrieks and moans,
A thousand souls go blasting by,
Thunderous in their groans.
The trees bend down for mercy
And the Sea quakes in her might;
She doesn't want to dance today
She wants to rest tonight.
They batter down each windowpane
And rattle every lock,
Nature's vengeful armies
Come to run amock.
And while these banshee's muses
Whistle round inside my head
I only hope ten minutes more,
Ten minutes more in bed.
Batten Down The Hatch • Opuss № I