A mysterious island stands morosely free,
in the midst of the deep blue sea.
The waves crash upon the shore
covering the evil and all it's gore.

The brown leaves slowly fall,
from the tree that was once tall.
The beauty that lies in seclusion
is merely just an illusion.

Look at the sun shine with all its glory,
the rays trying to tell us a story.
Illusionary beauty that drifts between light and dark,
is a transient allure that will set; leaving a mark.

Clouds of birds rise from the tree
chirping noisily out of key
warning the poor young boy that within
the island was filled with sin.

Behind the rocks lie serpents slithering,
above the trees the eagles are soaring.
To all appearance the island is interesting,
hidden from the eye, evil is lurking.

The island is like a scary dream
where the birds will bitterly scream.
Trees cry out of fears
yet still, no one hears.

Shadows are bright,
grasses are blue,
nothing is right,
no one expects it to.

However out there the world is even more menacing,
destruction, corruption, the world is shattering,
enveloped in the arms of so much wrong
tell the island it did belong.

W.H.Y~