Lived a happy couple
and a town filled with happy people
and an island filled with happy plants
And every day
Joy would flow like wine
Content was a way of life
Happiness was undeniable
So the couple,
a songbird and a singer
graced the island with a title
The isle of Happiness
They spread their good grace
From this corner to that
White lilies burst from the ground
A ocean breeze filled the air
Except for one corner
That blemished this good cheer
It was a strange and dark grove
With mist that bleed from it
So the couple
With good grace and naivety
Sent songs spiralling into that place
and left it to spring into tropical joy
But the beast that they awoke
Was sick of happiness
It was a thing of older times
When good and evil didn't rule
The celebrations increased
The wine never stopped
The whole island was alive
Until the first one disappeared
A traveller
Who longed to map the fair place
Was missing for days
Which then became weeks
Then a babe and her mother
Gone for flowers
There was a scream
and then nothing more
Soon followed was the howling
From the hills every night
Echoing out onto the ocean
Filling the once pleasant nights
Mist consumed the isle
Eating away at the loving plants
Growing stark straight pines
and thick scrubs and bristles
The town turned from a party
To the huddled mass of fear
As death became regular
and panic a hanging feeling.
Till one night
Every villager awoke at once
Their dreams invaded by scarlet claws
Digging deep into their hearts
They gathered in the square
and awaited the dawn
But none ever came
None ever would
Forever in the blackest midnight
The people lost sight of everything
That once existed in the light
Howling became the guardian of night
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