Burdening Midnight Number Four

4 The darkness parted somewhat I clearly felt air upon me The eyes had multiplied Had I really never died? Now I saw others They could be wolf they could be tiger The growled softly hungry The darkness invading my senses Let to dirt on my hands and knees I felt for something A club, something! Then I had it in my hand Joyous as a thousand Sundays I swung the club and they whined Growled and backed away slowly There I collapsed waiting for morning Which seemed to never come But then a light was seen Far and away And at once I smelled the ocean An island far away at sea! And the club I waved Not gnarled tree But skeleton bone Falling to the ground