The moon falls in silence.
Into the sea it sinks.
Head is bowed in prayer.
We all know what it thinks.
“Leave this town right now,”
It says with its might.
It has no strength left
For the next great fight.
The Dead will walk the dark streets.
Shadows leave no trail behind
Of the murder and mayhem
That will all too soon be found.
THE DEAD GAME
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