OF THE NIGHT

 

His hand reaches for me.

He wants me for The Dead.

I won’t yield to his call.

He wants me in his bed.

 

I’m surrounded by his kind.

Their cries echo in the night.

He swoops closer from the sky.

Oh, what a beautiful sight.

 

He’s a creature of the night.

I’m crazy to want him so.

I can’t resist his sad face.

He is not a friend but a foe.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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