Cursed Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom

The wind bulge against the sails
while the ropes are strung to breaking point
as the ship appears out of the naught
voices call out ahoy and some do curse,
with drawn swords lifted high in the air
as forever they fight against the elements.

Out of the darkest darkness late at night
an almost ghostly figure comes into sight
and the waves rush against the bow of the ship,
as if they are angry,
with all the anger of a southern storm
as if the vessel is propelled by the devil himself
it sails on and on.

The moon appears as if it's painted with blood
and as it falls on the deck of the ship
the crew look like demons and dragons,
as if out of the depths hell itself.

The ship cracks and splinters
as if it is being crushed by the waves
and the sails are torn and twisted
by a fierce wind

and out of the darkness voices cry out,
in curses to heaven
as if they want to wipe out the Lord himself;
as their lives are chained
from the day that they did challenged God
and will forever have no peace.