PERFECT

 

Perfect.

A little too perfect.

Beneath the magenta sky

hides a deadly presence.

A force of darkness

rising with the cold moon.

To snatch the residents

from their comfortable beds.

Adding them to their collection

of The Dead and gone.

Gone from the light.

Gone from the living.

To dwell in the darkness of night.

Take care to remember,

as you lay your head down to sleep,

that nothing can stay perfect forever.

THE DEAD GAME

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