The Abandoned Carnival

A smokey haze of absence
travels farther then the eye could see
the only sound...
the windful squeek of an empty swing set

The horses no longer gallop to a child's tune,
thier plastic coats are forever stained black.
The wheel that brought you to
breath taking heights is still turning,
it's seats abandoned.

Instead of children's laughter
there is only an empty silence,
a fearful stillness that goes on for miles.

The haze slowley lifts
leaving dark clouds
over the desolate carnival

A small face emerges,
that of a small stuffed elephant
its fabricated fur is coated in black,
it's nose, spilling stuffing.

You can see the worry in his eyes
for not only an hour ago, a bright light
appeared in the sky, filling the air with smoke,
and the child, that had won him in a contest, screamed
with fear, and dissapered.

The little elephant knew how scared the child was,
and only hoped that he would come back for him,
or that someone would put him back together again...

But the bright light had made them all dissapear,
and the carnival bared a silence
that the little broken elephant had never known.