The boat slides silently forward,
As the mist shrouds us, revealing
only the cursed form
of the Shunned Island.
That shall mark our graves.

In this forsaken place
time is dead.
Like each and every last one
of us.

These incantations are useless,
no dead god can help us anymore.
There is no salvation for us,
who are human no more.

Scorn us for our misfortune
you do. Night and day
preach your precious truth.
You are blinded by sheer
arrogance!

A dark figure in the horizon
for some.
A forlorn place of
no hope
(for us...)