Ghost town – Anna G Stone

Faded, twisting,

Only part there;

A serenading shadow,

A trick of the mind.


Beauty and colour

mostly gone;

But the richness

still lives on.


Is it just a

Will – o – the – wisp,

Or is it really


Maybe some day

it will reappear

in all its

long – lost glory.


But just for

now it only

exists –

Faded, twisting, dead.