The Descent

There used to be a road

That lead into the bay,

It is long forgotten now:

No one comes this way.

The water was green

Of a deep dark hue,

As if Satan

Had mixed the yellow and the blue.

Arriving in the night

Under a full and orange moon,

Taking each their place

Around that sombre lagoon.

A thousand years they stood,

Child, woman and man,

Waiting for the answer

As to why this all began.

On the day the bay was empty

The people commenced to move,

Holding hands they spiralled down

Into that unholy groove.

Each leaving their bones

To show they'd ever been.

In little heaps around the edge

Where water had lapped so green.

The level now restored,

It just required time,

And these small heaps have turned

Into humps of moss and slime.