A peaceful town down by the lake A cradle of goodness and righteousness it was said Quite prosperous one might add Rye fields, cattle, and the riches of the lake Fallacious was their dormancy of shelter Blindfolded had they themselves with the shadow of the cross
This dormancy lasted until a dusk in August A preacher came, handsome enough to wet any lady He was greeted with warmth and friendliness Though a bit of jealousy showed on the looks of the men
Nobody wondered why he spoke no words of god And his eyes were glued to women's bodies
Nobody simply paid any attention to it Especially the women enchanted by his attractiveness Until one day the paint on the church walls began to crumble The crop festered and the cattle began to die The wives disappeared just before midnight Only return before the first rays of sunrise
It began to show at the end of the month The crop and the cattle dead, ground frozen, famine awaited
Vanished was the atmosphere of honesty and good will People became wary of each other for anybody could have Evoked this curse upon them
