Sound of Silence
The little town had a overcoat of snow
it would wear it so proudly every year.
The buildings showed their true age with rot and decay,
snow slowly crashing down upon the roofs;
they would cave in one by one.
Broken bits of scraps littered the streets.
The ashes of people's remains would sit,
silently judgeing your every move like a lone observer.
The travelers that pass through the town
say you can still hear the crying and mourning
of the once proud people who lived there.
But those tales have stopped,
only scavengers pick the decaying, little town.
And the ghosts are forced to hear only the sound of silence,
forever not knowing the true meaning of rest.
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