Monday, May 1, 2017

THE DEAD ARE COMING



THE DEAD ARE COMING
The dark woods keeps them hidden.
I know that I’m forbidden
From walking this way.
I must get away.

I hear them moving through the trees.
Let me get away from them please.
The footsteps are louder.
The moon is now rounder.

The end for me and the town is near.
A crystal ball I don’t need to peer.
I won’t bow on bended knee.
This will still not end well for me.

THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook

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