Dawn at the Island - Poem

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To the woods it was called,
He no longer cares for things of magic.
The island a feeble reminder of the past,
Stood beckoning them.

The angels made their choice,
For he was not coming back.
But there was still a ray of hope,
Afterall defeat was not an option.

The death comes calling,
Comfort a betrayal.
It will come calling for all,
Making you leave your splendor behind.

Nightfall came over their dwelling,
Under the shadow of fading tree,
Many tears were spent in sorrow,
It did not matter much at the end.

For the Island was near,
An escape to it to be done.