Frozen Town

A frozen town on the banks of an icy cold river,

The winter had seeped through its entirety and there stood 

In place of a town blooming with flora and fauna,

A frozen Winterland, devoid of any greens.

Yet, life persisted, as it always had.

People existed, like they always had.

The frozen town, now devoid of all the buzz,

Had been once teeming with all that was happening,

All that was excitement personified

It now stays frigid, as eerily silent as it could.

Earlier, it lived.

Now, it merely existed.

An unprecedented dystopia had clouded the skies,

The bitter cynicism seeping through every inch of land,

It was as though some evil had cast a magic spell

On the once vibrant town,

 To coerce it into, withdrawing into a saturnine shell.

The town stayed frigid over the years,

And the people stayed melancholic all those years,

Yet when someone would speak of the glorious days,

The frozen emotions and the frozen tears 

Would melt away within a moment,

Giving in way to the sweet reminisce 

Of a once gleeful town.