Arriving at the homestead

 The three boys peered down from the hill
Below stood the house they were raised in
The candle light in the windows lit up the wheat field nearby
A tall figure stood before the thatch house as if casting a spell

The figure wore a human skull as a mask 
somehow had embedded goats horns into it
The wind blew slightly warm to the feel
The folding wheat sprigs exposed the figures gown

The children fixated on the figure
The oldest pointed out three other figures
partially absconded in the elms at the bottom of the hill
But moving around as if waiting for an invitation

The wind died down and a musket shot rung out
the children jumped in fright and ducked
As the blast echoed out across the landscape
The figure in the mask had disappeared

The three figures in the elms had vanished
A farmer appeared holding a musket and lamp
The children leapt up and ran toward him
"Father!"