The Play Park Massacre

In the middle of a barren wasteland Shines a simple child's play park. Childish screams echo through empty space. As they slide on slides, Swing on swings. Go round on roundabouts, Shadows sulk silently up to the yellow, red and green, Painted fences. Toddlers remain unaware, Older children sense danger. They push the foe away from Their previous experience-proof boundaries. Darkness briefly retreats And the children get on! Yet it returns! With smashed beer bottles, Cigarette lighters and rusty daggers. Now hemmed in, The defenders uproot slide, swing and roundabout. They create a barricade and craft weapons. They enforce childish conscription. Eventually the shadows are driven off And the army charges from the barricade, Grabbing the weapons of the fallen, Bottles, lighters and knives. Unaware the darkness is victorious And is retreating back across the murky fen.