It's the night of waning moon
In a far off Hamlet
In the lap of Nature
Where meads are surrounded by beechen trees
That stormy night
Stormy
Winds came from cemetery
Whistling, knocking at doors
Rattling the window panes
Breaking the huts
Branches of trees
Shrubs and plants
Crops were as if bowed
Before
His grace
The noise, cries ,
As if a thousand spirits
Suddenly came yelling
Moaning
With nature's shadows
Either of men
Or of trees
Or some unknown being
Even
The night was scared in Hamlet
Where there was no light
The earthen lamps all
Flickered and died out
And then a complete darkness
As dark
As if it's the start
Of this world creation
It may be so
That this storm may over
And
We may see a new dawn
The Hamlet people
May be it's start
of a second life for you