CHATEAUGAY LAKE STEAMBOAT GAZETTE CO.

In the still of night, on Moffitt Island’s shore
I stand, my soul entwined with ancient spells
That bind me to this cursed and lonely moor
Where darkness reigns and horror never dwells

But I, with trembling hands and heart aflutter
Behold the stars above, and pray for release
From this accursed place, this island of utter
Madness and despair, where death is the peace

Yet still I stand, my strength and will unbroken
Beseeching the gods to lift this dread curse
And set me free, my soul no longer taken
By the horrors that dwell within this verse

Oh mercy, hear my prayer, and lift this spell
That I may flee this island, and be free at last