muse: amused no longer.

this was inspired by a picture of an abandoned amusement park. so this is more a scenery-porn piece than a muse, whoops.

muse:the wind whistles through the metal bones of the roller coaster track, an eerie skree skree against the blank, gray canvas of the sky. it meanders through rotting carnival tents (fwip, fwip, fwip) and rattles doors (clang), as if looking for a reply. the ground has started to grow green hair, nature trying (and succeeding quite well) to reclaim this godforsaken place from the humans that left it so long ago. a single metal pillar stands, a small piece of track attached to it, the grandiose loop gracing the structure on the ground, now just a plaything for the wind and a house for animals. it groans and creaks, metallic and almost ancient, teetering on the edge of just falling over. the long-empty, broken turnstiles clatter against their locks, as if both keeping angry spirits in the park, and bored ones out. the black metal gates that surround the park have already begun to corrode, slowly fading into ferric mimes of their former selves. the wind howls again, and the loop-de-loop falls with a crash.