i heard there’d be lush forests,

sunny skies and sunny sun lit skies,

honestly this places still feels like Monday with extra glitter,

how the sky glooms and the stones wet from previous rains,

present is a thick forest filled with poison ivy,

alive

she bites and dies,

the lush forests of Tuesday,

mountains of despair,

lost hope and death fills the humid air,

how you fear for your life before you enter,

lacking is the sign,

Tuesday island home to hades,

because the skeletons of explorers new and old filled the floors of the pathways,

but all adventurers have a sense of danger,

and that lacked in me,

instead i entered Tuesday Island greed filled as the islands volcano erupted gold,

man’s greatest thirst,

needed be quenched,

greed was my demise

-Ropa