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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There is an echoing whispering amongst the trees, A deadly chanting’s whistling, of disembodied voices Calling upon the living to beware, for you are entering A no man’s zone, turn from here humanity, Dare not enter look away in fear, for Beyond this point of no return, lies the Of the Island of the dolls. Beneath the waters rippling edge deaths drowned Children reach for them, these dangling dollies of dread, With hallowed out hearts of evil intentions, enticing these Fallen angels of innocence, and laughing at their anguishing Screams muffled by their watery graves. Cold eyes shine above, hanging amongst the trees, Soulless spirits dancing on the evening breeze, Calling unto the muted hushed. Come play with us, they so tease, but the children Are locked beneath this black lake placid of deaths Nightmares, unable to grasp freedoms spiritual release, As these plastic, porcelain jackals laugh down wards at them. In the sizzling heat of the jungle thick, vaporous phantoms Walk alongside the murky shore, tickling at the feet Of the dollies, tormenting the tormentors, begging them To seize, but are they not a child's toy, just that and nothing More, a haunting reference to say the least, nay they Shall not stop at their child’s play! A suspended mobile of dirty cupie dolls, Hangs on the limbs above the cradle of humanity, In this island playpen for the spiritually deceased, What a harsh lullabies song do these spiritually Disembodied sing, unto suffrage’s children! Tidal currents rush against the island shore, Splashing, crashing with agonies pain, but In this isle of the forgotten Neverland, These spiritual lost will obtain the livings Fondest wish to never grow up, but remain The banished forever under the waves, Of the island of the dolls. There is an echoing whispering amongst the trees, A deadly chanting’s whistling, of disembodied voices Calling upon the living to beware, for you are entering A no man’s zone, turn from here humanity, Dare not enter look away in fear, for Beyond this point of no return, lies the Of the Island of the dolls. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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