revealed, underlined in a sudden gust of windnthe profile of a man raises under the moonnuncovered and tiny, overlooking the fennwater meadowland and small shots for the ducknhe walks in the mud, moves aside the reedsnno clapping of wings, no motions around,njust a singing wind in an ominous silence...nnI'll take you down there (under the moon)nnno presence of fowl, the fen is a desertnsaid a man of poise with a drawling voicenthe grounds are alive and the wind has droppednthe fen is awakened and follows the stepsnnI'll take you down there (under the moon)nnsee how my tentacles got you under controlnyou're already caught in the palm of my handnyou're easy to swallow, I'm sucking your backnnI'm taking your ankles - you're back into the bognI'm taking your legs - you're back into the bognI'm taking your knees - you're back into the bogninto fire