In the heart of desolation, lies a ghostly tale, Two Guns, Arizona, where shadows wail. Whispers of the past, like embers in the wind, Haunting echoes of a time, with a deadly sin. Canyon Diablo's edge, a story painted red, Brave souls met their fate, as arrows led. The death cave concealed, their desperate cries, Suffocated souls, seeking refuge in the skies. Along Route 66, the town prospered and thrived, Yet beneath the surface, old scars survived. A gas station burned, as hope began to fade, Leaving only memories, of a time that decayed. Two Guns, a specter, on the desert plain, Where silence bears witness, to the sorrow and pain. A monument to darkness, in the sun's harsh glare, For in the shadows of Two Guns, lies a history to beware. - I'm a big fan of Ghost Towns and I capture this shot about 8 years ago. This is one of my favorite photos I've taken because it captures the eerie feeling you cant avoid when visiting this location.