Ghosts In Darkness

The muddy ground

The falling rain

Running through

The empty streets

Shattered and broken

The buildings lie

Wrap up tightly

As cold winds fly

Grey and lifeless

A shop once stood

Food now rotten

In ancient wood

Reminding hunger

To rumble forth

Tripping over

A dirty lump

Now so curious

To wipe the clump

A face stares back

In frozen fear

Its stench overwelms

To cause a tear

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