The island sat deserted,
Longer than anyone could remember,
The only structure, a church, overgrown & fog enshrouded, left on the end north,
No locals went near, for even in heat, the church remained cold…

Tourists did on the southern beaches party,
Only in the daytime, unless they were quite hearty,
Though they still came away with a feeling of dread,
No one existed on the island, only the dead…

The records did speak of a catastrophe,
Where once there was a little town, thriving,
All souls were lost on one terrifying night,
They say the devil did visit & exacted his fee.
© -me- 8/13/16