The fog over the sea was unusually dense
to the locals in the small village
that lay on the coast it was ominous
this was no natural sea fog
stories handed down told of a terrible past
of a curse on the people cast!
That every twenty-five years came the fog
dense and glowing it would come
when the villagers went in they vanished
as something within took them away
once more a reality not a story being told
there came a breeze so cold!
Two hundred families lived in the community
fishermen and their families
the same number for five hundred centuries
they were the trapped ancestors
silently villagers culled in the glowing fog
no sound not even a barking dog!
The legend was of the long dead coming back
in the red glowing sea fog
because of what the village ancestors had done
wrecking a ship on the rocks
to plunder and kill those still alive on board
through greed take away the hoard!
The few who survived swore they would return
every century to get their revenge
for all the innocent souls taken that evil night
the village was forever cursed
this was the anniversary the fifteenth of December
when this generation would remember!
The priest of the little church upon the steep hill
a descendant of the wreckers leader
who was the one that had researched the truth
knowing that under the wooden floor
still lay most of the stolen sailing ships haul
they would return until they had it all!
In the fog the long dead walked once more
anybody they met would die
but if you stayed in and ignored the knock
for them they would be well
those who opened the door would perish
no more life to cherish!
Alone in the old church the fog for him came
he knew what it wanted
grotesque figures trying to get in his domain
the house of his god
there the priest prepared for his passage to hell
defiantly he rang the brass bell!
The sea fog entered as a sword cut him down
at the time the ship hit the rocks
then slowly receded back out to the deep-sea
the bell silent the priest had been taken
for now satisfied their curse was partly fulfilled
treasure not retrieved but the priest killed!
The village mourned those who had gone
life there once more carried on!
The wife of the priest gave birth to a son!
The Foureyed Poet.