Thursday, January 4, 2018

Deadly Games


The waves rise in anger. The sky burns red. Birds flee from their perches. Animals run for hiding. The tides bring death. Dark creatures soar from its depths. They converge on our town On horseless chariots. Dark shadows roam the streets. Tourists...

The waves rise in anger.
The sky burns red.
Birds flee from their perches.
Animals run for hiding.

The tides bring death.
Dark creatures soar from the deep.
They converge on our town
On horseless chariots.

Dark shadows roam the streets.
Tourists grabbed for their deadly games.
All evidence wiped clean in the morning
Of their deadly rampage through town.

THE DEAD GAME