Ghost Town

• Petra Kent, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2013

Thundered shattered
Lions Roared
Streets were filled
screams deplored,
Heart beats pounded
Creeping grounded
Running legs echoed
dogs hounded.

Faster then light
travelling all night,
even with mite
you may get a fright,
from this light
We must stop to write,
no turning back
to this horror of sight.

scrabbling down
with puffs all around,
no where to turn
we were in ghost town.