Poems :)

Come Out to Play

Black roses taunt

Dead rises gaunt

We run all out

With a scream and a shout

The dead run too

First they'll get you

They'll catch up to me

And dead to you, I'll be

Grotesque faces

Graveyard of all places

The dead come out to play

And we, my dear, will pay

One final scream

Silence is welcoming

I wait under the moon

Ready for my own doom

And let the dead take me.