I carry the damned with me into the new land,
Stranded atop waves of agony and the echoes
Of the crew within my tortured barracks,
The cracks of their backs against the wall,
Wasted by Transylvania’s shade of death.
Sorrow erodes every inch of me as I sway to and fro
To bestow as a pariah, a helpless witness to the onslaught,
One by one, hearts imploding, souls dying,
And macabre madness setting in like the stone slabs
Deep in my sleeping cemetery at sea, awake in one breath.
Such a devilish voyage from the motherland,
Clad in visages of hope and wonder, unknowing of decrepit earth
Beneath in stow, this vestibule of viral darkness below
To plague me in the slow crawl of mist and shadow
Amid the sinking depths, drowning more and more.
And in the end, no one knows what would have happened —
Save the demon dancing away on the dock into the night,
My bow, my stern, my quarters, my steps are what remains —
And the hollow, hellish, hateful, horrified wails
Of the many still echoing on that shivering shore.
Yes, indeed — my arrival will testify to this terror forevermore.