A grand house had once stood here.

Many disappeared in fear.

A dark past had given it fame.

End House had been its given name.


Now all that is left are rocks and mud.

At night I swear I can hear a thud.

Reminiscent of bodies falling down

To the empty dungeons beneath the town.


I miss the beauty of this place.

This destruction I cannot face.

The Dead might groan & moan.

But we’ll rebuild our home.


THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist



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