Nestled away in the twisting mountains,
lies a beacon of despair.

Mildewed cold cheap fittings.
Landscape manicured beyond repair.

The lake, just a huge hole filled with water,
and people who are not really there.

Above the spinning blades gaze down,
and leave us filled with with fear…
at night their red eyes still gaze.

At first I thought a convent,
but a convent would be filled with books?

This place is the bad picture
that someone came and took.

Note: “Your friends faces light up…its everything you dreamed of and you are brimming with pride.”