As the rain softly falls,
Driven by the howling gale,
Clouds streak the dark sky,
And white it billows, the sail.

Silver moon hides its face,
Behind blanket of fog,
Goodbeast safe inside and snug,
Vermin with her grog.

Though what of this song, you ask,
What is the tale so true?
Left to your imagination,
What think you?