THE DEPTHS
Rising from below.
From the deep.
Arms reaching.
Voice yearning.
Fish scattering.
Water parting.
Birds crying.
Sun hiding.
Darkness rising.
Long dark hair.
Face as white as snow.
Eyes mirroring the depths.
He returns for me.
He swims to shore.
The Dead at his back.
But first…
THE DEAD GAME
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