WHO WALKS THE NIGHT?

cemetery

WHO WALKS THE NIGHT?

Who walks the night?
We shouldn’t have walked past the cemetery.
I can see dark shadows lurking.
Eerie lights flickering near the tombstones.
Too much activity for a place of death.
Too many shadows for a few headstones.

Who walks the night?
Night should be a time for reflection.
A time for silence.
When you could hear your own thoughts.
Your own heart pounding.
Not a time for dark shadows and footsteps.

Who walks the night?
The Dead do.
They wait for the moonlight.
They wait for the darkness.
Then they appear in all their glory.
Keepers of the night.
Phantoms of the night.

Who walks the night?
Not us anymore.
For soon we will be the next victims.
The next to fall prey to The Dead.
We shouldn’t have walked past the cemetery.
I hear footsteps.
Moving closer.

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BENEATH END HOUSE

BENEATH END HOUSE

The rain lashes against End House.
The walls teeter on the foundation.
Windows blow out.
Glass flies everywhere.

What can we do?
Is it too late to run?
A strong storm is brewing outside.
Could we make it to to the beach alive?

The walls are rumbling.
The floors are shaking.
Ceilings are collapsing.
Time to go.

The front door is covered in a red ooze.
An ooze that slithers and eats furniture.
We’ll take the back door.
So many pieces of the house to crawl over.

We leave the destroyed house behind us.
We step outside onto the pool deck.
The trees are waving their arms in terror.
The wicker furniture are being lifted in the air.

Is no where safe?
The furniture is being thrown into the pool by the raging winds.
I can feel myself being pushed forward.
We hold hands but we’re not strong enough to fight back.

The tornado sweeps everything and everyone–the house,
Furniture, and the small family–into the pool.
We’re all going down into the pool.
We fall down a dark tunnel into the bowels of the house.

The house disappears.
The ground closes up.
The sun comes out.
A field of flowers replace the house.

What has happened to the innocent family? You may ask.
We are beneath the house,
Waiting to be saved
From The Dead.

Come and save us.

THE DEAD GAME

OPEN THE DOOR

door open

OPEN THE DOOR

A door to fantasies.
To new worlds.
To new beginnings.
A life worth living.

A door to your imagination.
Where words flow like water.
Ideas ride the tides.
Stories to live by.

A door to your heart.
Love and happiness in store.
Clear blue skies for all.
Beauty set free.

A door to possibilities.
Where mysteries abound.
Blood may curdle.
Clouds may seep out.

A door to The Dead.
Where darkness rules the night.
Flying creatures reign free.
And no one is safe.

Open the door.

THE DEAD GAME

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A DOOR IN THE FOREST

A Door in the Forest

A DOOR IN THE FOREST

The house is gone.
All that’s left is ash.
And the door.

The door to the dungeons.
Where The Dead had lived.
And died.

I can see dark shadows.
In the distance.
Are they coming for us?

I thought they were all gone.
What had happened to The Dead?
Are they gone or still lingering?

The earth is rumbling.
The door is shaking.
We’d better leave.

Right Now!

THE DEAD GAME

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COME TO ME, MY SWEET LOVE

COME TO ME, MY SWEET LOVE

Come to me, my sweet love.
From the heavens above.
I want to spend life with you.
One heart that will beat like two.

Come with me to our secret place.
I cannot wait to see your face.
Our love is honest and true.
Come to me from the dark blue.

WHAT DOES HAPPINESS LOOK LIKE?

WHAT DOES HAPPINESS LOOK LIKE?

I’ve never been a happy person.
More of a serious person.
So what does happiness look like?
Is it the smile on a mother’s face?
Is it the laughter of a toddler?
Is it the loving look of a lover?
Look around you.
Do people really look happy?
Or do they look preoccupied?
Maybe a little impatient or hurried?
Do people even look happy at a party?
Some may be smiling.
Some may be off to the side, watching.
If you supply some liquor,
Then you might see some happiness.
So who is happy?
My dog rubbing his back across the rug
Is the epitome of true happiness.
Animals have cornered the market on happiness.
They are content to be alive.
We should learn from them.

I’M A JOKER

I’M A JOKER

I’m a joker.
I’m an evil queen.
I’m a gamer.
I play games with
People as mere pawns.
Jump, jump, jump
And you’re gone.
Move a space and
You’re caught in a trap.
Back and forth we go.
I have the expertise.
I have the ambition.
I have the board.
I’m cunning.
I’m devious.
I’m always the winner.

INTO THE FOREST

INTO THE FOREST

I will lie down on the forest floor.
I could not ask for anything more.
A soft bed to hold my head.
Flowers to cover me red.

The night turns windy and chilly. 
At least it’s not too hilly.
The moon is moving into place.
I’m beginning to fear this place.

Time for me to go home.
No time for me to roam.
I hope to meet only friend, not foe.
Too bad I forgot which way to go.