Red Pine

A desolate isle, where shadows dance, In misty shrouds, a haunting trance. Lost souls wander, lost in chance, A tapestry woven in the realm's expanse. Betwixt eerie mists and silent woe, The fractured isle, where secrets grow. A place where smiles bear a heavy weight, And echoes tell of an uncanny fate. Hidden from mortal eyes, a spectral land, Where senile minds and fear take a stand. Curious dwellers with an uncanny guile, Lost in time on the fractured isle. Artistry painted with a touch of fear, A canvas that echoes what mortals hold dear. Buried in the shadows, a mysterious profile, In the heart of Red Pine, the desolate isle.