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