Treasure Island

Jacob Randall

(07/23/1992 / Fairfield, Indiana)

Where Dreams May Come


I dreamed a dream of days gone by. I heard a voice from a time long past. I looked up to find a friend I had not seen for many years. Twas the voice of innocence.

I heard the cry of pain. Pride, vanity, a mortal stain. I looked up to see eyes aglow, branding the coldest Winters' snow.

Twas not innocence that stood before me but the face of Man's eternal doom. What gloom it was that I did see. Alas. Alas. How could it be this our fate? Is there nothing yet that man can do to redeem his eternal soul?

Submitted: Sunday, April 28, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

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