Kyle Massak
Curse of Castine
A Poem
The Moon slowly crept over Castine
and with that, the tide quickly crawled from the sea
the small, humdrum town couldn’t have anticipated
the fact that death was unfortunately fated
the force behind the waves was enough to break
down their doors and in return provide heartache
those who were sleeping serene with tranquility
drowned from the salty sea water, seldom survivability
sinners and saints all died the same
the night that death had come to claim
In the church, the choir sang songs sung
the ocean silenced their musings with water-logged lung
those without homes sought sanctuary
their vain attempts at saving skin proved unnecessary
the pious prayed passionately for power above
the secular were devoured, religion not thereof
secrets remained still hidden from the light
darkness swallowed the town, water had benight
lighthouse keepers watched in terror
as the waves swept away the town, the error
the blemish of buildings blotting the coast
now all that remains are husk of houses and ghost
tortured souls who couldn’t outrun the wave
there wasn’t one anyone could save
all of those people deemed to die by the flood
paid the price by mixing the sea with their blood
corpses carried away by the aqua binds
devoid of life, now possessing dead minds
And it must be said the sea didn’t discriminate
the tide took all those who had hate
the town had been wiped out, effectively blank slate
The town purged of people, perfectly pristine
Nobody will remember those lost in Castine