Eloise

Rain comes to me with a frightening sound

I've found it begins when drops creep me out

Wave is turning, it's turning the wheel

The dawn is rising on the bare trees

A woman in black stands by the mill

like a motionless bird with sewn wings

The bell is knelling thunderous tolls

The village is yawning under the storm

Strange light got me under its spell

Sunrise took my mind away