The Weedmen - AHAB

It was a stormy night

Yet it was none when a lightning’d strike

No moon that would shine upon…

…my suspicious — they’d grew on and on

The weedmen come anigh

Soon — they are upon us!

The weedmen come anigh

Hideous face will be among us

It was a stormy night

We stand down upon a most unearthly sight

For the valley all beneath us was aswarm

None of us — I swear — was safe from harm

The giant’s voice slowly sank

Away into the distance, thinned

Alas, I swear I felt so bare and blank

And yet no sound beyond that of the wind

…the weedmen dwell

In these depths of green

None of us will live

In their graves at sea