THE TREES
Their fingers clasped tightly,
keeping the light out
and intruders in.
Paths snake through the brush,
leading in endless circles.
The darkness envelopes us,
holding us close to its dark heart.
No way out of this forest,
lost in the labyrinth of despair.
Waiting for The Dead and gone,
who hold our lives in their evil hands.
THE DEAD GAME has begun.
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