For sixty years I've heard his voice
when night has claimed the day.
And deep it sounds like thunder's cry
when lightning has its say.

The winds then rise on wings of gold
then change to molten black.
Too soon they move across my mind;
too soon his words attack.

"Come with me love, you'll take my hand;
you'll stay with me tonight.
And you'll learn things when tender eyes
will close in fear and fright."

His voice comes haunting me this night,
my shaking body; chilled.
He promises he'll come for me-
his ghostly threat fulfilled.

I'll now not know another man.
His only, I will be.
And soon my screams will pierce the air.
His voice; the death of me.