• A sheer layer of mist shrouds
    The mystic realm of the island
    Blinding the children’s sanity
    Leading them to savagery
    Humanity’s weakness

    The dark trees filled with slithering
    Creepers lurking everywhere
    No sunlight penetrates through
    The thickness of the foliage above
    Completely hindering Light from entering

    Preventing the beauties of nature
    To survive and fully live its life
    Tiny trails of dirt are visible
    Where the tracks of sows
    Were engraved into the ground

    Permanently leaving scars of Death
    Himself, he deftly implants the images
    Of Beasts into the children
    Causing them to turn against hope
    And plunge down deep into the darkness

    The children are sculpted into perfect
    Savage figures from head to toes
    Holding man-made weapons for spilling
    The blood of living creatures in the wild
    Murdering the lives of the innocent

    Fire, the source of life itself
    Can be reversed into a dangerous
    Weapon of humanity, destroying
    Everything in his way yet also
    Providing warmth and shelter

    Yet the pure civilization they began was
    Torn into pieces in a span of mere seconds
    The evil seeping into minds of children
    The violence imprinted in their skulls
    Until there is no hope of turning back