Floating Isle and volcanic ash,

Mystery palace with hidden stash,

High above the clouds so high,

A horrible beacon in the sky.

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The waves did whirl and crash below,

Or fiery plume of smoke did blow,

To keep those that seek there mystery,

Away from this land of misery.

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Yet some do speak of haunting tower,

Filled with vile unending power,

Or a flash of volcanic might,

That fly’s and burns right in the night.