Noises In the Night

One cold night, deep in thought, and curled in fright, From folklore tales aimed to scare; My rigid poise froze to a screeching noise Outside, a voice not like I've heard before, to leave I would not dare “It’s probably just an owl or creature of the night out there" I muttered to myself, then pretended not to care Oh, I recall quite vividly this icy Winter’s night With grainy sight, the sandman came to lead me to his land The weariness I fought but eventually he caught Pulling me quite taut to somewhere far less bland Where I became the leader of a marvellous brass band And down that path sandman tightly gripped me by my hand Trumpeters and trombone players played musically in layers Exciting each and everyone, spreading joy to all around But my dreams were playing tricks, my mind was in a mix The bass tuba sounded sick, not playing tuneful sounds Instead a grating shrill, then the whining of a hound The lightning and the rain came too, my dream then ran aground Alone I grew more frightened and the intensity just heightened The shrieks and shrills grew louder with an occasional thunder clap Taking sanctuary under bed sheets, preying for melodic sound beats Suffering this painful feat, my soul took a massive slap Oh how I longed for it to stop and to return me to my nap The bleakness of that night, my mind caught in a trap Morning later broke, the ground outside was soaked The noise had faded but there was still a haunting in my ears A crunch, a grind, a squeak a whine The cause I vowed to find, and to take away my fears From the upstairs window I saw a farmer crouched in tears And a windmill's broken sails; the mystery closure neared Across the muddy field, I approached the man kneeled Sobbing over what appeared to be a dead Alsatian He'd found it just lying there, the hound, his best friend Downed by a falling windmill piece, killing gods creation "A slow death" the farmer said "he must have cried out for attention" "And my mill cranks broken causing noises of a nauseating sensation"