Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre
Dark are the streets.
Along which they creep.
Silence is their goal.
Through town they go.
Bodies they leave behind.
Blood-dry they must die.
Church bells are tolling.
And heads are rolling.
Flee from this we must.
Before we are dust.
THE DEAD GAME
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