Ghost Town by PSI322 Part One: Four Friends, Four Shadows One dark night, four friends had planned In Twoson, they would meet To sport their Halloween costumes And go for trick-or-treat The night air had a certain chill And the time was creeping fast The yellow harvest moon was full And the trees, their shadows cast They were to meet in Burglin Park Flashlights and bags in hand And go to search for candy In the towns of Eagleland The whole town seemed deserted That night, Twoson was dead Everything was in shades of gray The meeting, did the four friends dread At eight o'clock, they were to join And right around that time Four shadows appeared in the Park Without reason or rhyme Past Burglin Park flew owls and bats Across the road ran mice Upon glimpsing the strange sight, Each creature stopped then to look twice Four shadows gathered in the park But no children stood beside How did the moon, these shadows make With no children as a guide? The creatures, frightened, darted off Though they scarcely made a sound It was Halloween, all right, And Twoson was a ghost town