Tuesday, March 18, 2014

THE DEAD ARE RISING


THE DEAD ARE RISING


The darkness is beckoning to you.
Will you listen to it?
Will you follow the sounds?
"Come to me," it urges.
Your body is being propelled forward.
You have lost control.
You move closer to the graves.
Why am I in a cemetery?
A little too late to be asking that question,
don’t you think?
The end is near.
The Dead are rising up.
You are here to join them.
The party is about to begin.
The Dead Game by Susanne Leist


The darkness is beckoning to you.
Will you listen to it?
Will you follow the sounds?
"Come to me," it urges.
Your body is being propelled forward.
You have lost control.
You move closer to the graves.
Why am I in a cemetery?
A little too late to be asking that question,
don’t you think?
The end is near.
The Dead are rising up.
You are here to join them.
The party is about to begin.
The Dead Game by Susanne Leist