FEEL THE BEAT

The music drums to the beat

of the sound of marching feet.

Crimson waves hit the shore,

seeking both rich and poor.

A red blanket covers the town

as The Dead descend with a frown.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE DEAD ONE

I hear the birds in the trees,

Singing in the warm breeze.

They know who is soon coming.

To the beat of the drumming.

Wolf is back in book two.

He can be me or you.

He’ll be another body.

But he will be somebody.

We all know from book one.

He’ll still be The Dead one.

Come and join us in the game.

I promise it won’t be lame. 

THE DEAD GAME

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PLAY THE MUSIC

PLAY THE MUSIC

Play the music.
Play as fast as you can.
Pound on the keys.
Dance with the violin.
Beat on the drums.
Keep dancing.
Keep playing.
Faster and faster.
Before it’s too late.
Before death comes.
Knocking at your door.
It will come tonight.
It will wait for quiet.
So keep playing.
Keep dancing.
Until the sun rises.
And the night is gone.
And so is death.