Wednesday, December 28, 2016

RED SKY




The waves rise in anger.
The sky burns bright red.
Birds flee from their perches.
Animals run for hiding.
The tides bring in death.
Dark creatures from its depths.
They converge on Oasis.
A town too innocent of it all.
Night comes on horseless chariots.
An invasion from the beach.
Dark shadows roam the quiet streets.
Grabbing tourists for their deadly games.
All evidence gone in the morning
Of their deadly rampage through town.
THE DEAD GAME