Stormy stormy night.

Stormy stormy night.

So many doors closed

Windows boarded

Streets ill lit

No welcome light

Shining

Just a deepening layer

Of shadow

As the moon disappears

Caught in the grip

Of a darkling cloud

Hellbent on swallowing

The sky

There is a storm coming

It is no time

To dally

As pressure falls

So tension rises

The wind tastes of salt

And seaweed

Soon it will be the pungent

Smell of death as sea birds succumb

To the battering

Fish flounder

Sand bars move

Sea defences fall

Tin roofs peel

Exposing children

Packed tight in well made beds

Spooning like sardines

The old stories say

That once in days gone by

A prison ship ran aground

On the point

As the wild wind squalls

It cries for the lost

So many departed

Before the mast fell

Feel the weight

Of their oppression

Pressing down

Hurry my dear

Before the ghost ship

Docks

And the street is awash

With homeless souls

Looking for a warm berth