A dead church

The town simply ceased to exist
People left it at sunset mist
It would be completely empty

Entering the peasants tent late
almost nothing to eat, on a dirty plate
Smiling he pointed out toward the dead church

Late to reach the dead church in time
No place to sit in the audience, no place to call mine
Smirks at being the only one without a place to sit

Look at me the only one without a place
I cross to the other side of the fence, a disgrace
No one is there just an ogre

I cut the ogre until it is nothing
I re-enter the dead town rough
Spook the clingers