Chapter4
A Drop into Sadness
The youngsters, tormented, by murmurs on the breeze,
Of chuckling smothered, and the stirring of leaves.
They saw faces in shadows, heard voices in the evening,
The reverberations of youngsters, washed in spooky light.
Their dads, stupefied, watched with developing apprehension,
Their eyes spacey, their chuckling vanishing.
They discussed weird dreams, of terrains inconspicuous and obscure,
Of a chilling presence, a distressed, tormenting tone.
The ball, a pernicious soul, a consistent, inconspicuous danger,
Imparted a trepidation in their souls, that they couldn't neglect.
It moved through the rooms, a ghost, a phantom of fear,
Leaving a path of tumult, where euphoria whenever had reared.
One evening, the youngsters, attracted to the illegal,
Moved toward the cliff, where the ball had been covered up.
They looked past the brink, a chilling, ghostly sight,
The yard underneath, washed in the blurring light.
The ball, settled among the trash, a horrifying showcase,
Coaxed to them, a quiet, vindictive influence.
An unexpected whirlwind, sent it moving towards the edge,
Wavering unstably, on the incline's edge.
The youngsters, deadened with dread, watched with apprehension,
As the ball, opposing gravity, started to influence.
It rolled unyieldingly, towards the pit beneath,
A chilling plunge, a sluggish, anguishing stream.
Their dads, cautioned by their cries, raced to the scene,
Yet, it was past the point of no return, the ball had evaporated, inconspicuous.
They looked past the brink, a chilling, cold fear,
The patio underneath, where the ball had been driven.
The kids, sobbing, stuck to them despondently,
Tormented by the vision, the chilling, cold gaze.
The ball, a malicious power, had guaranteed another award,
Abandoning a void, a chilling, dull downfall.
