FOLLOW THE LIGHTS
Follow the lights to the house of glass.
There will be much splendor in the grass.
Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.
A more decadent event there could not be.
Champagne will flow until the wee hours.
Come with me and dance among the flowers.
This room full of guests gives me a chill.
Maybe we should leave, I’ve had my fill.
Stares follow us in the room.
They’ll be upon us too soon.
The guests are not what they appear.
Beneath, they are just bones and hair.
THE DEAD GAME