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Just beyond

The sleepy mountains

Sits a little town

Long forgotten

Its streets are empty

Its buildings lay silent

 The trees have long since died

Their leaves no longer vibrant

But in this desolate place

A spirit persists

It only comes in the darkness

With the haunting mist

Its ghastly imagine

No soul has suppressed

Its never taken kindly

To unwelcomed guests

So as you travel

From East to West

Pass the empty town by

Don’t force it to manifest

Keep away from this strange

And unfamiliar town

For you never know

What is lurking around