Sacrifice Lake Poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson

It was a cool Halloween night when I wandered
Up to the lake, just out for a stroll to take.
I saw a fire ablaze, and what I saw through the bushes, I was amazed.
A cold sweat broke out on my face, for what I was seeing
Was surely not taking place.
Six coffin-shaped slabs on a pentagram,
Strapped on them were five women and one man.
A man clothed in a red robe picked up a red-hot brand
And burned an upside down cross into each victim's hand.
Screams of pain filled the air; the black robed people
Did not care, but it gave me quite a scare.
Soon their blood mingled with tears, as the crowd rose with cheers
As their victims had more fears.
I wanted to run, to get away, but fear paralyzed me; I had to stay.
Then the crowd settled down and started to look around.
Sweet anticipation filled my soul, for I'd never seen this TV show.
I rushed straight home to see the rest, but I was too slow,
And as you can guess, I missed the rest of this strange show.
The TV Guide said 'Sacrifice Lake'
Was coming on next week at eight.