black thunder
hackett, steve
dogs were loose but the horses were tied
twisted trees watch scarecrows fly
hurricane lamps smashed in the wind
servants bit through chains
mistress won't get her breakfast in bed
the earth slipped its moorings as the moon cracked a smile
there's a storm on the wind in the whites of their eyes
pitchfork lightning strikes the ground
shadows march to the storm drum sound
river swelled its banks breaking free
a storm to raise the dead