| A dirty, dusty road
Winding and twisting
Never ending.
An empty town, humans long gone
wood upon wood shacks.
An old town sign looks on, looking battered - and If you look closely, you can still see "Welcome to Rainbow Spring"
If you close your eyes, you can still hear the screams of people, the dawn of the dead.
But that was so long ago.
The wind whispers in your ear, and the sun beats down on the baked ground. Water is no longer existent.
Even the lonely rider upon his midnight steed will never visit this town
To take away the souls
that still live beneath the rafters.
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