The Nordic takes off running down the trail, we have got to make it to the Holy well,

Before the swirling fog kills everything, can we make it only time will tell,

He jumps the small river without stopping, then pulls his hood up over his head,

Some tentacles of fog reach the stone arch, as he pushes thru the closer it gets.

Pulling vapours behind him we just make it, once the door shuts the vapours disappear,

Lying there panting and out of breath,…

What in God’s name will the neighbours say the mother said as tears begin to fall?

Her son and his girlfriend sit side by side, only the son speaks she says nothing at all,

Now his father speaks for the first time, his blood is boiling and he begins to shout,

Fuck the neighbours and all belonging to them; it’s not as if they are not going to find out.

Maybe we should put it in the weekly bulletin, so they can all read about it after Mass,

Anyway if…