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

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