Beneath the Phantom Arches: A McDonald’s Macabre
In the heart of the city, under the jaundiced moon, Lies an old McDonald’s, where shadows loom. In this realm of forgotten fries and spectral shakes, An eerie chorus of whispers, the dead night wakes. Through the fog-licked windows, grim grins do peer, A playland abandoned, echoes of laughter yesteryear. Golden arches once bright, now…