TWEET

 

 

“THE DEAD ARE COMING,”

the bird tweets.

We must fly from the shore.

Florida isn’t safe anymore.

Darkness will soon reign.

The Dead are back.

THE DEAD GAME

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DARK SHADOWS LEAVE NO FOOTPRINTS

An oasis where dreams come true.
Palm trees wave in the warm breeze.
Birds sing a happy tune of their own.
Until the night exhales its cold breath.
In torrents of wind across the sand.
Where dark shadows leave no footprints.
And tourists remain innocent no more.
THE DEAD GAME