All through the dark
hear the dogs bark
  hear the logs hark
   hear the past shouting
          silently
loudly whispering
             in the blistering
      sunshine of yesterday
scarecrows of sticks and hay
      running in the fields
    looking for their shields
with sunset 'round the corner
    they set out to warn her
       of traps and danger
            trying to change her
way of looking
            her way of cooking
it all down to nothing
        this lack of
               a strong king
      just absence of
                                   light
we're only watching the night