I was in a deep, deep sleep.
Didn’t hear a single peep.
Until lightning strikes lit up the sky.
Followed by thunder claps turned on high.
The winds uprooted the trees.
Bringing them down to their knees.
What has happened to our poor, little town?
The ocean waves have turned from blue to brown.
Dark shadows are moving in from the shore.
I don’t know what else The Dead have in store.
THE DEAD GAME