Ghost Town
by PSI322

Part Six: Burglin Park Revisited

It was that somber Halloween
When four good friends had planned to meet
But there were no sounds heard from the Park
And no one visible from the street

So many dead leaves went skittering by
Dancing with the autumn breeze
And all around, old owls and bats
Watched patiently from the dormant trees

There was no action in the Park,
No movement as far as they could see
A meeting should have taken place
But where could all the children be?

It seemed as though, in that sullen Park,
Four shadows stood around
They formed a circular pattern
On the frozen, hard October ground

The creatures in the town at hand
Suddenly began to see
An odd sort of mist creeping around
That was visible from the old tree

The four small shadows barely moved
For most of the night, they'd been still
What happened next, the creatures didn't believe
And most likely, they never will

The mist swirled all around each one
The wind was howling all the while
Carrying with it autumn leaves
That seemed to dance and to somehow smile

The shadows danced into the mist
And were suddenly whisked away
No one would doubt that it was true
Twoson had become a ghost town that day