An ice heaven awaits.
Frozen statues in paradise.
Parties in the cold of night.
The Dead of night.
The Dead can’t feel the burn.
Their guests twirling among the frozen
Raise their glasses to The Dead and gone.
No melting until the sun shines bright
And The Dead hide their faces.
Take me away from here
Before I become one of them.
The night walkers who seek darkness
and revel in the cold night hours.
THE DEAD GAME
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