I should have listened to my heart’s song,
Listened to reason and right from wrong.
I’m now trapped in this horror of despair,
Waiting for death to take me in its arms.
The shadows are growing larger,
Surrounding me from all sides.
There’s nowhere to run or hide;
I will stand strong against the tide.
He’s here.
I can feel him.
He’s come back for me.
No one is safe from his wrath.
The cold wraps around my body.
My hair drips icicles down my neck.
I shiver in dread of my future.
My future as queen of The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME
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