Evil winds.................

Evil winds blow cross the moor

Boats get scuttled upon the shore. Such pounding of great hideous waves Echoing through subterranean caves Lightening cracks and thunder rolls deep underground like awakening trolls Mists and rain roll in banks like fog Imagination sees the red eyed dog Devils hounds glide and bay For unwary travelers who carelessly stray Out on those moors all wild and cold Pay heed to those stories by firesides told Light windows with candles to guide folks back home The moors on such days are no place to roam., ©JKS 2011