The Ghost Town

I stroll alone in a town of night Driven to fear and blissful fright A town scarred by war, quiet and distraught Ghostly manifestations in twilight wrought More and more fill the night Bringing forth a host to sight They surround me and alone I stand They exist smoky and eyeless upon the land Expressionless accusations like ice on my skin Mouth-less voices scream within They collapse to a silken state Ghoulish fog seals their fate