The Fractured Isle
A desolate isle, where it hurts to smile
buried betwixt mists both eerie and vile.
Forever hidden amongst dwellers of an uncanny guile,
where those who chance stumble here, lost and senile,
art beckoned by a curious fear of no mortal description or profile.
Copyright © John Arthur | Year Posted 2023
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