Dark skies above.
Dark trails below.
No wildlife.
No birds or insects.
Only dense grass.
To mark the spot
Where End House had stood.
Its evil glory washed out to sea.
To be replaced by a green carpet
Of emptiness and darkness.
A marker for The Dead.
From the dungeons they’ll rise
And walk the earth once again.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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