Dedicated to Franklyn Searight
Since '28 the town has crept
Into a slow, insidious decay
And of the dwindling population
Few can tell just why they stay.
They mistrust most every stranger
And hide secrets from the light.
But they seem to be more open
With a fellow named Searight.
I'll surely never go there
And it's probably for the best.
I can read "The Folks of Innsmouth"
And learn about the rest.
Created: September 18, 1997; Updated: August 9, 2004