Fly away pretty birds.
Please fly away right now.
The evil is coming.
And you all must be gone.
The skies are rumbling.
The waves are rolling in.
The Dead will be here soon.
They come for us tonight.
The evil one leads the pack.
He is the one to fear.
He rides in with the wind.
Dark armies at his back.
The birds have flown away.
And so have all the wildlife.
We are alone in this hell.
In this fight to the death.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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