Horror Island

The volcano cackled and spoke
Like love inside a sunken ship of songs
And as the words tickle and dominate
It engage the reverse fickle gear
Of democracy in a tea cup
And as the river speaks about death
Everywhere became dark and crimson
Like a hellish enclave
Adjacent an active volcanic cave
Soon, the monster kicked a recluse
Of fetish coins and feathers
Enclosed in a suicide bottle
Already presented
To a stomach - full of vomit
And a bi - polar skeleton summit
Soon, the horror hurriedly left me
And as I embraced the Lion's gist
A dark nail rudely pierced my heart
With a walking and giggling pain
That instantly arise me
Before I discovered
That the mountain above
Is a valley beneath.

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