Grey Cloak, Phantasm Of The Moor

Phantasm of the rolling moor

Identify your lifeless hue,

And tell us what you were before,

For mortal men have not a clue.

Your human ship I do suppose

Was wrecked upon that emerald sea,

And now your soul forever flows

With spiritual uncertainty.

But whatsoever unreal beast

You are to claim these verdant fields,

Your cowled figure once at least

Has frightened men when so revealed.

Such tales abound when travellers meet

And mingle with the native folk,

For well they know upon that peat,

You haunt, you reign , you are Grey Cloak.