Haze covers the town.
But please do not frown.
Secrets are concealed.
The Dead are revealed.
We come in the fog.
The mist we don’t hog.
We’ll share it with you.
A shimmering blue.
The moon shines its glare.
On those who come here.
Frolic in the night.
Just keep in our sight.
THE DEAD GAME
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