Thursday, October 20, 2016

THE DEAD OF NIGHT




The house sits alone.
Night after night.
Ghosts in its walls.
Demons below its floors.
Waiting for the night.
When the moon bleeds red.
And shadows walk tall.
Lights shine through its windows.
Sounds creep up from its basement.
We’ve come to play.
With The Dead of night.
THE DEAD GAME