Dead Town

• Lanna Ingram, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2020

Lashing winds, in the stone-cold night.
Dead and silent, the stars shine bright.
While streetlight flickered and nobody to be seen,
In the middle of the street was a shadow that was green.

A dark grey shadow, cast the road,
Which got closer and closer forming a mode.

A mode of dark and gloomy fear,
That made the bright stars disappear.

It moved up the street, and right there he stood,
A man who we knew was up to no good.