END HOUSE
A house so dark and bleak
That I can’t even speak.
Dark shadows glare at me
Where clear windows should be.
Do I dare venture inside?
I’ll have to swallow my pride.
And quietly cross the threshold
Without being so rash and bold.
There’s a secret party inside.
I wonder if I should run or hide.
Who’s the host of this feast,
Man or dangerous beast?
THE DEAD GAME
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