Isle of mist
Shrouded in death and decay
Wilted trees
Bodies hanging by their limbs
Wash ashore
Sand soaked with red blood flowing from the hills
A vomit inducing stench
Horrors abound
Deafening silence pierces the heart of a coward
Adrenaline flowing unbound
Whispers and cadence call forth to the forest
An ancient song beckons them to push on
Lost out there
Spinning in circles to never return to the dead harbor
Pandemonium
Sounds all around
Uniformity fades
Eyes drawn to the corpses littering the ground
Weary hunters
Drowsy and beaten down by the cold autumn rain
No shelter here beneath the trees
Searching miles
Dredging through putrid soil arriving at a cave
The source of all this despair
Lost out there
Spinning in circles to never return to the dead harbor
Pandemonium
Sounds all around
Uniformity fades
Eyes drawn to the corpses littering the ground