CHATEAUGAY LAKE STEAMBOAT GAZETTE CO.

Beneath the dark and somber skies
Of Chateaugay’s haunted lake,
Lies a curse and ancient lies
That none can e’er escape.

The Wendigo, a beast of old
With powers dark and strange,
It shifts and storms, as stories told
And death to those who range.

The serpent, too, doth lurk below
A creature long and vile,
It waits to strike and drag you low
And leave you trapped awhile.

And now a comet, green and bright
Has fallen from the sky,
Bringing with it a new plight
And secrets yet unknown, to spy.

The villagers in fear do shake
And pray for protection,
For they know the curse doth make
Their lives a dark deception.

But I, a poet and a scribe,
Will seek the truth with pen in hand,
For in this eerie lake, I’ll delve
And unravel this dark and cursed land.

I’ll explore the depths of Chateaugay’s lake
And brave the Wendigo’s fierce howl,
I’ll unearth the serpent’s secrets, for goodness sake
And uncover the truth, be it foul or be it fowl.

I’ll question the Abenaki shamans, old and wise
And seek their ancient knowledge,
For they hold the key to this mystery,
And in their lore, the truth may be acknowledged.

I’ll scour the village for tales and rumors
And piece together the puzzle,
For in this eerie lake, there are sure to be somersaults
And a story to tell, that’s both dark and mussel.

But as I delve deeper into this mystery
I’ll be met with resistance and fear,
For the villagers are bound by this history
And the curse that’s held them for many a year.

But I’ll not be deterred, for I am driven
By the urge to uncover the truth,
For in this eerie lake, there’s a secret given
And a story to tell, that’s both old and uncouth.

With my pen as my sword, and my wit as my shield,
I’ll face the Wendigo and the serpent,
And in the end, the truth will be revealed,
For in this eerie lake, there’s a story to be told, and a curse to be repent.