Sci-fi horror on a Pacific island breaks out in:

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Rush, rush - warbling things scratch at my window

In a dead sea basin inside - swooping by, singing sad

Song? Rhyme? In time for celebration or funeral?

Pause.

Sky cracks its shell, splitting something sinister


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