Prey for The Dead Book II


Darkness brings a pall to the streets.

A dread that can be felt by all.

It follows me with soft footsteps.

Growing closer behind me with each step.


I should have listened to my heart’s song.

Listened to reason and right from wrong.

I’m now trapped in this horror of despair.

Waiting for death to take me in his arms.


The shadows are growing larger.

Surrounding me from all sides.

There’s nowhere to run or hide.

I will stand strong against the tide.


The coldness wraps around me.

My hair drips icicles down my neck.

I shiver in dread of my future.

My future as queen of The Dead.

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