The
old village
Back
in Kampong Kuantan
When
developments hadn't arrived
The
villagers easy going life
The
stories that could be told
Sitting
around listening to the adults
The
stories of ghosts and black magic
In
the dark night of breezing wind
The
minds of the young
It
could play with the eyes
Every
dark object could be the ghosts
Hiding
and waiting for the young to fall
When
walking back alone
The
shadowy branches reaching out
It
could seem like the black art
Of
the devilish mind capturing eyes
Some
adults said
There
were truly ghosts in the night
Of
those time of fireflies
Twinkling
in the dark of time
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