The sky is turning a myriad of shades.
An evil force is being unleashed in spades.
It will soon be coming to shore.
I don’t want to become a bore,
But all hell is coming undone.
Time is at end for any fun.
Creatures of the dark will be here.
The cries of the damned you’ll soon hear.
Run for shelter before it’s too late,
Or you’ll become dinner on their plate.
They come for one and us all.
We’ll be covered by a pall.
I can see them flying in the sky.
Come quick with me before we all die.
THE DEAD GAME