Marillion

Midnight sun bids Mars farewell
Retreats from charging dusk
Mountain's echo curfew's bells
Signal ending tasks.
They place their faith in oaken doors
cower in candle light.
The panic seeps through bloodstained floors
As Grendel stalks the night.
As the walker seeks his meals
Prepare the funeral pyres.
The shapeless songs no longer heals the fear
Within their eyes
their eyes...
Wooden figures - pagan gods -
Stare blindly across the sea.
Appeal for help from ocean fogs
For saviours born of dreams.
They know their lives are forfeit now
Priestly heads they bow in shame.
They cannot face the trembling crowd
That flinch in Grendel's name.
As Grendel leaves his mossy home
Beneath the stagnant air
Along the forest path he roams
To Hrothgar's Hall so fair.
He knows that victory is secure
His jaw will testify.
His claws will drip with martial blood
As moonbeams of the sky.
Silken membranes span his path
Fingerprints
Elegy
Denizens of twilight lands
Humbly beg him through.
Mother nature's bastard child
Slunned by leaf and stream
An Alien in an alien land
Seeks solace within dreams
The shaper's lies his poisoned tongue