roanoke

how terrifying

how exhilarating

how dreadful

how free:

to be a lost colony,

to leave your mark on the world carved into a tree

and then to flee,

tired of waiting for a rescue

two years too late.

 

what a feat 

to be so forgotten yet so remembered,

a lost Atlantis that never got around to being great. 

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