200 Posts Special -> reusing the first prompt I ever saw

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All about the sullen town

Ghosts and ghouls did so abound

The people hid in homes rundown

The cattle headed homeward bound

In the home with windows bare

A little girl sat and stared

At her father heading where

Others never thought or dared

From her lips, a sad goodbye

To the soldier no longer nigh

But from the people by her side

Final whispers

Wandered away

Without care