A fog rolls into town,
Blanketing the streets.
A silence descends
As night takes over.
A crow watches
And waits.
The moon rises
With the creatures.
Shadows walk softly,
Leaving no footsteps behind.
A trail of dead bodies
lie scattered In their wake.
The sun opens one eye,
Afraid to see the damage.
But it must rise
And shed light on it all.
A burden the residents
Of Oasis must bear.
In silence.
In secrecy.
Until The Dead
are gone for good.
THE DEAD GAME
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SUSANNE LEIST 