Wednesday, July 3, 2019

DARK SKIES



Dark skies are moving in.
The town is dark as sin.
Rumbling fills the humid air,
And The Dead will soon be here.
Hail begins to fall,
Big as a baseball.
Lightning joins the hot fray.
I’m not going to stay.
We must escape this night
Before we lose the fight.
He has come for me.
I’m as afraid as I can be.
THE DEAD GAME

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