Dark clouds, bright moon
The sky painted with ashes
Twinkling specks of white
Another night gashes
On the devoid streets,
remain untouched puddles,
No child to jump in them!
Empty corners, empty benches
No child to blow bubbles
Only the stray cats meow
Puzzled and surprised
No sellers, no gamblers, no families
Why's everyone inside?
So mighty is this unseen enemy
Wearing Harry's invisible cloak
No feet, no gun, no sword
yet it kills nearly every folk
It gracefully ballets with loneliness
The streets are now his
This place once used to be
A stage for the poor kids
This place was once
Something else
It was a place, where
Merriness never blunts
Mornings, bakers delivering eggs
And folks running to jobs
Ladies catwalk, holding baskets
whilst children enjoyed corns on the cob
The singers sung songs
By the deep wells
And in the green lawns
The old ones, planted bluebells
This place once echoed giggles
The children played "ringa ring o roses"
And the sun too admired
their pockets full of poses!