As we stand on silver sands. Clutching crosses in our hands.
We pray for death
-and hide for life
In these forsaken lands.
Tucked inside our bed.
Safe from the undead.
-hear the town criers.
And fear the vampires.
We Cling to light,
and hold on tight.
-As darkness
kills our fires.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
As we stand on silver sands. Clutching crosses in our hands.
We pray for death
-and hide for life
In these forsaken lands.
Tucked inside our bed.
Safe from the undead.
-hear the town criers.
And fear the vampires.
We Cling to light,
and hold on tight.
-As darkness
kills our fires.
I wrote this like a nursery rhyme
