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Life has come to an end.
Time has run out for me.
Evil one of the night,
He is strong as can be.
The winds rise in fury,
Calling him by his name.
He is known as the Wolf,
Who made The Dead Game.
A hand grabs hold of me.
Wolf has taken me down.
To his dark netherworld,
To tunnels under the town.
I roam the bleak dungeons.
Death wants to be my friend.
I refuse to drink blood,
On this, I will not bend.
In this maze of horror,
I track it round and round.
I will seek a way out
Till I fall to the ground.
My love must soon find me.
Please, Todd, take me from here.
The walls are closing in,
One more night I can’t bear.
THE DEAD GAME
Love ya!
Jane