On the Island of Crestia, 

I felt a tickling touch with a jump,

Sharp claws and scary goosebumps that prickle out of my skin.

On the Island of Mecru,

I watched the fire left alone from a rocket ship as fast as the volume into your ears and as loud as a Sperm whale.

On the Island of Olcan,

I heard the sound of a gunfire,

Breathing smoke across an abandoned city as it settled in.

On the Island of Esto,

I found a broken promise caught in a sticky situation above a cloud of candy floss and below aeroplanes.