Tuesday, August 16, 2016

DARK ARE THE STREETS



Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre
Dark are the streets.
Along which they creep.
Silence is their goal.
Through town they go.
Bodies they leave behind.
Blood-dry they must die.
Church bells are tolling.
And heads are rolling.
Flee from this we must.
Before we are dust.
THE DEAD GAME