On the isles of laughter,

Mysterious cackles came from smile-destroyers

mocking their fresh elimination.

If you go in, you shall not come out.  ​

On the island of darkness,

evil moved into the corner

hiding its hideous face,

their screams leaving the creature to feast. ​

On the island of fear,

I felt the silk mask of Ghostface

and fell into its void, eyes staring at me

which I could never escape.

On kaleidoscope island,

I felt the overwhelmed trees lean their back

carrying ripe and rich fruit from the fine branches.

On the island of fruit,

I tasted the mixture of flavors

the sweet tastes of raspberries and grapes.