Monday, May 8, 2017

RISING


I’m over here.
I can smell your fear.
You won’t be alone.
I can hear your moan.

I’ll be rising soon.
On the next full moon.
We’ll rise from down under.
On lightning and thunder.

You will not recognize me.
I’ll be different you see.
My new body is strong.
Now do not get me wrong.

I still love you, my dear.
Of that please have no fear.

THE DEAD GAME continues