Source: hiraeeeth
Night drifts closer.
Black replaces blue.
Clouds fall slowly.
A dark day for you.
Grey clouds soak the pink.
The waves hit the shore.
I know what you think.
You can’t take much more.
Truth is hard to bear.
Our town lost its glow.
Nightwalkers are here.
Lost to the dark foe.
THE DEAD GAME
SUSANNE LEIST 