Look at the pretty sky. Such beauty way up high. Clouds drifting by so slowly Like a shrine to what’s holy.
All of this will soon come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.
Dark shadows will descend onto the sand.
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem–all served with a frown.
Run for your life if you still can.
Danger for each and every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They did not come to play.
Like a cold witches’ brew. An Oasis for all. Now a hell for the few, Who remain to tell all. Warm winds turn cold As all become prey. The young and old. For them we must pray. Hell hath no fury Like a demon scorned. There is no jury For a small town mourned. Who’ll save Oasis From ‘The Dead’ demons? Who will now face us, More dead or demons? Pray for us. We are alone Come save us. We must atone. THE DEAD GAME Kindlehttp://amzn.to/1lKvMrP Nook http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj