Whitehaven

What a hideous forest

Surrounded Whitehaven

Twisted black mountains

Wolves howled in madness

Never I ventured

Beyond the stone towers

As dusk spread her black wings

At the edge of the dark wild wood

But one windy evening

Gathering timbers

Under white elm trees

And shadows, I saw her

The darkest of beauties

With her basket of cherries

The wind at her black skirts

Like the haze of the wild dark wood

She turned in her terror

A madness possessed her

In shadows, she clawed me

We screamed in the brambles

Hunters came running

With torches and axes

Treetop to treetop

Flames tore through the dark wild wood

Back down, they dragged us

Passed the stone towers

The church bells were ringing

The sky screamed in flashes

But we stood in the churchyard

Laughing like jackals

As the stone towers tumbled

And bowed to the wild dark wood