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.
Copyright © John Arthur | Year Posted 2023
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