A SMALL TOWN’S CURSE
In this small town, only children could see an evil that lives,
For adults who stopped believing, there was no reality.
A group of kids who became best friends stood together strong,
They would fight the bad that came to dwell in a forgotten town.
A simpler time when an afternoon Saturday movie was just fine,
To build a dam, to swim in a pool created by those whom would dream.
A dancing clown with promises of balloons and never ending fun,
Dressed up in colors and wearing a face that only the young could see.
From hell, it seems he came as he is something other than appears to be,
He’s a monster dressed to kill, he comes to feed for eternity.
These children of Innocence become each scarred by a curse,
Brave as they battle a force, as no child should live a nightmare.
Not defeated as they grow to become adults and hide this haunting pain,
Go their own separate ways into the world with what they hold hidden.
Each successful in business, money is theirs, although happiness is not,
Emotional scars deep inside forgotten until the past rings loud in ears.
Return to this small Maine town they do, seven people, thirty years lost,
Bring it to an end this evil, this dancing curse that brings fear.
Lucky seven, their faith and love for one another keeps them together,
It’s back and these once children, misfits of horrible family memories
Sacrifice all they have, their lives, and destroy this clown, but a monster.
A small town curse is destroyed as finally, these friends may have peace,
They now learn of laughter, love, and happiness though seven are now five.
The dancing clown, Pennywise, It. Keith Garrett