beneath a hazy sun,
A deathly stillness fills the air
as life before had done,
A creaking shutter gently sways
with paint all cracked and worn,
On vacant houses all askew
neglected and forlorn,
Shops with windows empty and bare
and panes of filth and grime,
That once were clean and filled with wares
back in another time,
And people that were surely here
have gone without a trace,
Leaving phantoms of their lives,
a pale and ghostly face,
And those who stumble on this place
should never stay till night,
When something wakes and walks abroad
with hunger in it's sight,
An ancient evil now awake
has visited this place,
And gorged on blood and human lives
of which it's left no trace,
And what was once a thriving town
lies desolate and stark,
Its occupant deep underground
where he will wait for dark.
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