The Abandoned Arcade Poem

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An arcade abandoned, once filled with delight,
Now silent, dark, and devoid of light,
Games once played, now gather dust,
A relic of memories, lost and thrust.
The flashing lights, now faded and dim,
Echoes of laughter, now a distant hymn,
The carousel of sounds, now silenced still,
A nostalgic echo, a bittersweet thrill.
The ghosts of players, young and old,
Once sought adventure, stories untold,
Now haunt the arcade's empty space,
A reminder of time's relentless chase.
But in its stillness, a whisper remains,
A whisper of joy, that nothing can restrain,
For in the abandoned arcade's quiet repose,
Lives a legacy that forever glows.