Candles climb the stairs as sentries of the night.
We’re invited to a party in a dark, deserted house.
No host to welcome us as the door opens to the candlelight.
THE DEAD GAME has begun.
SENTRIES OF THE NIGHT
Candles climb the stairs as sentries of the night.
We’re invited to a party in a dark, deserted house.
No host to welcome us as the door opens to the candlelight.
THE DEAD GAME has begun.
SUSANNE LEIST 