LA SANTA MUERTE

LA SANTA MUERTE
Welcome to the black saint of death.
Welcome with my last dying breath.
You grant desires and hopeless wishes.
In return we must sleep with the fishes.
Sacrifices are your pride and joy.
Then you treat us like a broken toy.
You stand...

 

LA SANTA MUERTE


Welcome to the black saint of death.

Welcome with my last dying breath.

You grant desires and hopeless wishes.

In return we must sleep with the fishes.

Sacrifices are your pride and joy.

Then you treat us like a broken toy.

You stand there with your scythe and crown.

And your dark face bears a big frown.

We haven’t seen you for many years.

Now you are back in our deepest fears.


THE DEAD GAME

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PINK SEA

I gaze at the pink sea so pure,
A vision of delight for sure.
The sun is setting down,
But there’s no reason to frown.
I could see the ocean floor.
Look at me I’m out the door.
The sun may be gone for the day.
The moon will soon be here to play.

 

I gaze at the pink sea so pure,

A vision of delight for sure.

The sun is setting down,

But there’s no reason to frown.

 

I could see the ocean floor.

Look at me I’m out the door.

The sun may be gone for the day.

The moon will soon be here to play.

 

A FALL DAY

A beautiful fall day.
A pebbled path through the red.
Charcoal steps leading up.
Fantasies flow through my head.
The leaves lift off
Until the day turns dark.
I’m trapped inside
A red swirl in the park.
The rain trickles.
The wind cackles.
I flee for...

 

A beautiful fall day.

A pebbled path through the red.

Charcoal steps leading up.

Fantasies flow through my head.

 

The leaves lift off

Until the day turns dark.

I’m trapped inside

A red swirl in the park.

 

The rain trickles.

The wind cackles.

I flee for safety

On raised hackles.

 

The path is gone.

Night has come too soon.

The path is gone.

Lost in the full moon.

 

DARKEST SECRETS

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My closet holds memories.

It hides my deepest secrets.

It can be dark and dreary.

It can ooze life’s nectar.

I should close the door.

I should never look back.

But I can’t stop myself.

I need to see it once more.

THE SEARCH

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THE SEARCH

In the quiet summer night,

Light shining from a great height,

A search until morning light.

We hold strong with all our might

That we find what we’re searching for,

Before night ends and shuts the door.

We need to find her before it’s too late.

We refuse to leave this up to mere fate.

A shout, a cry is heard in the dark.

It must be her alone in the park.

The light shines on her pretty face.

She sees us and picks up her pace.

She is crying and laughing at the same time.

A perfect ending to this story of mine.

WALK TALL

 

THE DEAD will rise soon.

The birds know the score.

They rise in the night

To take blood and more.

 

The winds will blow hard.

THE DEAD will walk tall.

The waves will rise high.

No one left at all.

 

We can run and hide.

Yellow through and through.

We can stand and fight.

Are you with me too?

 

We decide right now

What our plight will be.

I don’t want to die

Or washed out to sea.

 

Wolf approaches first.

Beast in beauty form.

Takes me in his arms.

Time for us to mourn.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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BENEATH THE SILVER MOON

 

The fog rolls in tonight.

Hold on to me real tight.

The moon is out to play.

The Dead are here to stay.

 

The stars twinkle and shine.

Soon you will be all mine.

Beneath the silver moon,

We’ll join as fork and spoon.

 

No one is in our way

As we frolic and play.

The moon is my witness.

I love you, my princess.

 

 

A Field of Flowers

 

Through a field of flowers.

Pink petals in my hair.

Follow the babbling brook.

At the mountains I stare.

 

Green grass for carpeting.

Wisps of white clouds float free.

White snow caps the mountains.

Grey rocks all I can see.

 

Grey surrounds oasis.

A mirage that can’t be.

Flowers lift their faces.

An illusion for me.

THE DEAD ARE COMING

 

THE DEAD ARE COMING

The dark woods keeps them hidden.

I know that I’m forbidden

From walking this way.

I must get away.

 

I hear them moving through the trees.

Let me get away from them please.

The footsteps are louder.

The moon is now rounder.

 

The end for me and the town is near.

A crystal ball I don’t need to peer.

I won’t bow on bended knee.

This will still not end well for me.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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Presenting Tabatha Barret, Author

Tabitha Barret is an award winning paranormal romance writer from New Jersey. She graduated from Rutgers University, where she met her husband. She lives with her husband and two children. 

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Check out the Author Spotlights she’s done for authors on her blog, “The Throne Room,” and on her website, http://www.thethirdthrone.com.

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The Third Throne Series is a steamy Adult Urban Fantasy / Paranormal Romance series about a woman who must find her Fallen Angels and fight epic battles against evil in order to fulfill her dark destiny of destroying the world.  Along the way, she will learn how to love again as she meets men from her past who are more than they appear to be.

Are you ready for the fourth book?

It’s here!

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She has three new series currently being planned and written! 

“Ms. Barret writes with creative abandon, coloring outside the lines of the traditional supernatural with bold strokes and an incredible imagination…You guessed it, this is a brilliant gem with a fiery glow that needs to be read!”

-Tome Tender Book Blog
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