ISLAND OF NO RETURN

There's an island in the Pacific
From which no one ever returns,
Evil tom-toms pound out death
And goodness is forever spurned.

Voodoo, witchcraft, evil magic
Rule the terrified population,
Hiding, shivering inside at night
As phantoms dance in celebration.

Celebrating the evil practices
Performed 'neath the dark moon's light,
An unholy ululation soon arises
Like a susurration of the awful night.

Long forbidden rituals are done
Far away from all prying eyes,
Witches, goblins, foul crawling things
Dance, swirling as innocents die.

There's an island in the Pacific
From which no goodness ever comes,
Where always death seems imminent
And where only evil deeds are done.

Deviated beings are swarming
Across the sun-blasted sand,
On this foul place in the pacific
This most loathsome of islands.

Horrors haunt the darkness
Screaming fill the night-time,
Nightmare creatures are hunting
Across this most repulsive clime.

Evil goblins and gremlins
Are haunting this fearful place,
Setting up a monster's paradise
By wiping out the human race!

THE END
© Copyright 2022 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia