The dark island
What a bleak place
Rising above black waters
Plundered by high winds
The roaring forties
Even humans didn't dare to tread upon it
Only exhausted Albatros
Would find some respite
On their long flights hauls
But despite all
The place reeks with beauty
Dark elemental beauty,
Savage and cruel
Dark island I won't forget you.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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