A town full of happiness and joy
Has turned sad like a broken toy.
Where once tourists frolicked in the sun,
Frightened residents are on the run.
Dark shadows roam the eerie night.
Victims abound from their fierce bite.
Hell hath no fury like a vampire’s wrath.
They plow down whoever is in their path.
We must kill the creatures of hell,
Then we’ll have a story to tell
Of how we survived an apocalypse.
A sad but true story from our own lips.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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