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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