Monday, April 11, 2016

CREATURE OF THE NIGHT




His hand reaches for me.
He wants me for The Dead.
I won’t yield to his call.
He wants me in his bed.

I’m surrounded by his kind.
Their cries echo in the night.
He moves closer from the sky.
Oh, what a beautiful sight.

He’s a creature of the night.
I’m crazy to want him so.
I can’t resist his sad face.
He is not a friend but foe.

THE DEAD GAME