Ghost Town
by PSI322

Part Five: Poo's Saga

Poo had set off from Dalaam
A little while before
His costume was believable
A samurai warrior, to be sure

He sported armor, metal plates
And a type of helmet on his head
No bats or frying pans did he bring
Poo had the Sword of Kings instead

He teleported from Dalaam
A tiny country to the east
Poo wasn't the slightest bit afraid,
No, he was brave, to say the least

When he arrived in Twoson
Poo suddenly had a change of heart
The town looked dark and abandoned
Now he wasn't quite so smart

An October wind whistled in the trees
As dried leaves came cascading down
As strange as it may have seemed,
Poo heard only silence in the town

He crept along to Burglin Park,
The meeting place which he had set
With his friends, who were arriving
From Winters, Twoson, and Onett

To his surprise, when Poo showed up
Though mice did scurry across the place
No friends were there, or so it seemed
Which put a frown upon Poo's face

He looked around the sullen Park
And noticed he was alone
Well, not quite, it appeared to him
In the pale moonlight, three shadows shone