It is always dark,
In that town of mine.
Not even the moon shines,
Hidden by a wall of clouds.
Every peter pan,
Is clad in black and white,
And they howl at the sky,
To send shivers through your spine.
The Black faeries prance,
Among the bushes barren,
While gravestones mark the place
Where all sanity is buried.
There are no houses in this town,
No places made of comfort.
Only nightmares to dream of,
And bloody streets to rest your head.
While you sleep the wind whistles,
The boys dance and howl.
The stars don't come out to twinkle,
Only candles slowly flicker out.
Come to this town,
One made of nightmares.
But if in the end you dare to visit,
Think of it as your last decision.
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
it had great imagery in it. it was almost as if i was a victim who was living in this town. so thank you for entering. and good luck.