It was a dreary day on the island, the water its usual grey
An abandoned salt scent lingering
Its shores battered with the merciless waves pounding
Though away from the shores laps of sound there was dead silence
Or so we thought
As we looked through the sea mist we could see only a dark lighthouse that drew us in
None of them had known when they boarded that boat how much trouble they stepped in
Lily's eyes reflected the color of the sea her family was now stuck in, a stormy grey
‘Jonas…’ Lily thought
Her little brothers presence was still lingering
Though now he would forever be in silence
Her parents rowed and rowed with all their strength, but the waves were still pounding
At last their small bow scraped against sand, their ears continued pounding
Water dripped from their clothes, all internally asking what kind of place they were in…
As they explored this seemingly abandoned island, they were only met with silence
Of many streets they saw one house had lights, it was covered in a thick mist of grey
They all stood outside it, lingering
The family reasoned it was better to seek any help however fearful they thought
Stepping across the threshold, ‘woah it's quite bright in here’ Lily thought
Suddenly footsteps were pounding
A crowd of the strangest kids the family had ever seen stood lingering
A woman stood in the middle of the kids, her face timeless in
An unsettling way, so quick their eyes barely followed a tentacle the shade of grey
Protruding from the woman's back snatched Lily and flung her through the wall.Breaking the silence
Now the environment was the opposite of silence
Her parents screeched and ran to the wall she disappeared through without a thought
The group of kids stared at panicked parents unblinking, one’s skin was the color grey
As the woman moved away from the room, the parents stopped their pounding
“What have you done to Lily?? What are you all??” the mother said in incredulity. “I could eat her,” the woman replied silkily. The threat now lingering
Lily though, was fine. She was now with the group of children but was lingering
Away from them in silence
They led her away to the back of the house, these children are not small. In
Fact they are over 10 at least, strange, thought Lily.
She noticed their supernatural features more and more. Heart pounding.
They enter a land opposite to the timid grey
Blazing color and sound surrounded her now, this is impossible Lily thought
The carnivals lights and sound pummeling her ears and pounding
But the group joined hands to raise slowly into the air. And float up, into the grey
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The Mystery of The Island Home
PoetryA family of recently made 3 are struggling through a storm at sea with a small boat keeping them alive, until they find an island to dock at. But what they find there might be worse then the storm.
