Thursday, July 13, 2017

THE DEAD ARE HERE TO STAY


bright colors ocean

Look at the pretty sky.
Such beauty way up high.
Clouds drifting by so slowly
Like a shrine to what’s holy.
All of this will soon come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.
Dark shadows will descend onto the sand,
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem, all served with a frown.
Run for your life if you still can.
A danger for every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They didn’t come to play.
THE DEAD GAME