GAZEBO IN THE DARK
The thick darkness surrounds me from all sides.
The storm is brewing with the rising tides.
Up ahead is the gazebo in the clearing.
I do not like the sound of the wind I’m hearing.
Tonight it is deserted and eerie.
I wonder if anyone will see me.
There are candles lit inside.
There won’t be a place to hide.
I’m being pulled into the light.
I refuse to give up my fight.
A noose is hanging up above for me.
Soon I’ll be bait for the fish in the sea.
THE DEAD GAME