Сursed Village

A cycle of poems «Chasing a Werewolf»

Cobwebs cling to weathered stone, a silence deep and cold
The wind it whispers through the trees, a story to be told
Of laughter lost and lives cut short, a curse that hangs so low
The village sleeps beneath the sky, where shadows come and go

Cursed village, shrouded in despair
A history of sorrow, a burden hard to bear
The river runs with crimson stain, the fields are barren, gray
The villagers forgotten souls, who withered and decay

The church bell tolls, a mournful sound, a warning in the air
The children's whispers fade to dust, a nightmare etched with care
A pact was broken, blood was spilled, a sacrifice in vain
The ancient gods, they took their toll, and left behind the pain

Cursed village, shrouded in despair
A history of sorrow, a burden hard to bear
The river runs with crimson stain, the fields are barren, gray
The villagers forgotten souls, who withered and decay

Some say a witch still wanders here, with eyes of emerald green
Her laughter echoes in the night, a spectral, haunting scene
Others claim a demon sleeps, beneath the moonlit ground
Awaiting souls to claim as his, where darkness can be found

Cursed village, shrouded in despair
A history of sorrow, a burden hard to bear
The river runs with crimson stain, the fields are barren, gray
The villagers forgotten souls, who withered and decay

The curse remains, a chilling blight, upon this ancient place
A warning to all who dare to tread, with fear upon their face
Cursed village, forever bound, to sorrow and to night
A whispered legend in the dark, a fading, haunting light.