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