Ice fills my cold heart,
Closing in on all sides.
Soon it will be frozen,
Entombed in winter frost.
Trees droop heavy with snow,
Branches hanging low with icicles.
My heart sinks heavy with ice,
Frozen until spring melts the frost.
An ice heaven waits for us.
Ice statues in paradise.
A party in the dark night.
I refuse to run from fright.
Guests twirl around the dance floor.
I can take this anymore.
No melting until the sun shines bright.
For now, I must halt my morning flight.
We must uncover The Dead creatures.
Behind masks, I can see their features.
They’re cold as death in the morning.
For me, they will soon be mourning.
But I must help to free our town.
I think this as I twirl around.
THE DEAD GAME