We’re ready for the party.
We’re here for the dancing and music.
But where is everyone?
Candles lead us upstairs
To an endless maze of rooms.
More candles lead us downstairs
To a basement filled with water.
The windows won’t open.
The doors are locked.
Is it safer upstairs or downstairs?
Who will survive this night?
Who will survive this party?
The party has only just begun.
THE DEAD GAME
A sinkhole where the house has stood
Lies deep in the deserted wood.
Where has everyone gone to?
The grass and trees are gone too.
A house and garden have once stood here.
Now there is only the ground laid bare.
Could they be in the tunnels below?
And hear me if I yell out hello?
I hear rumbling coming from the hole.
The loose rocks are beginning to roll.
I should leave before it’s too late
And I suffer the same sad fate.
HERE COMES THE MOON
Here comes the moon.
Taking the place of heat.
Bringing with it a coldness.
Up it goes into the sky.
Towering above us all.
Ruling over its domain.
Some nights it reveals its full face.
Other nights it hides in the shadows.
While it watches.
While we wait for the heat to return.