Angry winds stirred up ghosts of sand
As his thickly gilt coffin was paraded
In front of his well wishing plunderer
Dark bellied clouds loom over the spectacle
They hide secrets from people, ancient and ominous
Whispers like sharp bristles sting those dead ears
The untimely clap of thunder is heard
Rushing from the distance
Like a Banshee's scream
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 11:43 PM UTC
Angry winds stirred up ghosts of sand
As his thickly gilt coffin was paraded
In front of his well wishing plunderer
Dark bellied clouds loom over the spectacle
They hide secrets from people, ancient and ominous
Whispers like sharp bristles sting those dead ears
The untimely clap of thunder is heard
Rushing from the distance
Like a Banshee's scream