The night was dark
Of the moon there was no mark .
The rustle of leaves ,
Like an old witch's wheeze
Made even the bravest freeze .
The wind whispered
To the trees who whimpered
For they were awoken ,
from silence otherwise unbroken.
The barn owl screeched
To far the noise reached.
The tower clock tick tocked
In a voice so loud
Which usually was unheard in the crowd.
Under the sheets I...