A warehouse being demolished in Commercial Street which I've always found creepy inspired this poem
Ruins
The old warehouse, falling down
Decaying window frames of rust
Sidelined, forgotten part of town
Ancient bricks, decades old dust
Builders came, knock down begins
A thin creature in shadows sees
The developers, their hidden sins
And yet contractors feel unease
At night it came, and left its hole
Prison broken, released at last
Eater of flesh, stealer of soul
Hunting now for fresh repast
Those that break open a ghast's lair
Had better hide and now beware
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