It was a Island in the middle of Oceans

Surrounded by the sea and magic motions

More alone than ever, more alone than solitude

The silence remained of notorious magnitude

Though, a sound shook the Isle

And the palm trees saw a mighty boat from exile

“Surrender” – A glacial voice managed to mouth

As the winds kept breezing from the South

And in a fraction of second, a second boat came

One hundred more seem to appear, none saying the name

The leader observed smiling, as someone who’s winning a game

As he looked, with merciless thoughts, to the land he’d tame

But the Isle, no words came from it

And it laid on waiting like a fiery pit

But soon all understood, and quickly I’d say

Why the Isle would be silenced in such a unexpected way

Because a vision softly creeping

A peaceful and beautiful boat, which seemed to be meeting

The poor Isle Loneliness in which with anybody was fitting

The Isle looked and smiled, and then got to cry

And the miraculous vision looked up into the sky

And, seeming to be under lights of neons

The Isle managed to say “I’ve waited aeons”