For some
It look like an ancient castle
With rumours of ghost
Of those dead traitors.

For some it look like an
Empty playground
Where once were cherished  memories
Now turned to a barren land


For some it look like the carnival
rides
With no functioning and broken
seats.
Rollar coster is frozen with cold snow.


For some it look like a old school
With broken rooms
That were once filled with children
Selfless smile.