1 October 2012
Their fairly ovate leaves danced as they willed.
By the left creaked a gate of old age steel, As the atrocious weather bought on a quite familiar feel
Soon nature summoned a much greater wind, where Rooftops of nearby estates flew, guilty as sin
The canal of murky green littered with rage, went battering through the daunting village with its unpaid wage
The Moon threw a spiteful glance, disfiguring what was once, a happy estate Not a human walked since before the ghost town of Village Green earned its cruel fate
01.10.2012 ©Hazera Begum
The Estate That Once Was • Opuss № I