The earthquake shook
Their eyes, in a teacup
The room floor raised up-
What were they listening for?

The dead hollows filled
In the stubbled field
The corpses to yield-
What were they listening for?

A low groan, a hidden moan
The moon on loan
Evil sown, to vengeance grown-
What were they listening for?

The footfalls came
Their souls to maim
And life, reclaim-
Oh horror, sustained:
Comes now the sound they were listening for..