OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 46

“Keep away from me!”
The evil face glares back at me
From high above.

Behind smokey clouds
It dares to hide.
Hiding its grinning stare.

I refuse to yield to its whims.
I refuse to walk the earth at night
Like The Dead and gone.

The edge of the beach lies ahead.
From there is no escape.
The raging ocean lies beyond.

A figure steps out from between the rocks.
A spray of waves highlights its bleak form.
I recognize the deep laughter.

Wolf steps into the moon’s angry glare.
A crooked smile crossing his face.
“Did you miss me, my ice princess?”

Weariness and dread overcome me,
Chilling me to the bone.
I have no fight left inside.

Wolf lifts me in his muscled arms.
The winds swirl around our bodies.
A sandstorm whitens the beach and air.

All is gone in the mist and spray.
We’re encased in our own private hell.
Wolf lowers his cold lips to mine.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME



OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 45

Do my eyes deceive me?
Can this be true?
A creature is stalking me
Through the dark streets of town.

Eyes black as night.
Cries as soft as the wind.
Sharp claws tapping a sad melody.
It draws closer to me still.

The mansion’s gates yawn open for me.
My feet leave tracks in the mud.
Handprints where I fall in my haste.
Salty tears on the rocks.

The mansion waits in its dark glory
For the innocent and weary.
It sheds its shell like a caterpillar,
But no butterfly does it become.

The creature gains ground.
Stalking in its feline way.
Whiskers in the wind,
Leading its way to me.

One last stumble for me.
My knees graze the rocks.
My fingers climb the steps,
Digging deep into the dirt.

I turn one last time.
The dark one stands up.
Becoming taller and straighter.
On two feet it stands tall.

Its yellow eyes glimmer black.
No whiskers to follow my scent.
White skin for black fur.
Laughter falls from its lips.

He has come for me one last time.
He walks on muscled legs.
Sure and strong is his gait.
For no more does he crawl.

“Come to me!” he says.
“No more games for us to play.”
His hand reaches for mine
As I wait for this game to end.

“I refuse to belong to you.”
My voice shakes in despair.
I will not be a follower
Of The Dead and long gone.

The house swallows me whole.
I am hidden inside its walls.
A maze of rooms for shelter.
Darkness to shield me from harm.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 43

The moon lowers its head in defeat.
Blood on its white hands,
Mirrored in the ocean below.

How could it have known
That night brings with it shadows?
Dark shadows of death and sorrow.

The night walkers move in silence.
Creeping along the white sand
And through the dark forest.

Night brings its own baggage,
Its own dark clothes and weapons.
Blood glistening from its fangs.

Where can I hide from the night?
The sand leaves my footsteps
And the air holds my scent.

The shadows leave no footsteps.
No sounds or sighs.
Silence walks in its wake.

But I can sense its power.
Like fingers raking through my hair,
Hot breath on the back of my neck.

I’ve reached a dead end.
End House stands before me,
In all its evil and darkness.

I will join the others inside.
We will fight to the death
To rid the town of night’s evil.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

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“It carries a certain up-right deportment, wouldn’t you say?” They had sat down on a bench that faced the artwork. Vanessa studied the reflection in a glass partition, ten or so feet to the right. It was this ability to view the pieces from alternate perceptions that they loved when coming to this museum; well, that and the third floor utility closet.

Shem continuously ignited her ambivalence, blowing it to smithereenies and opening wide swaths of ‘territoire d’imagination’.

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OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 42

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 42

No where to hide from his wrath.
Hot rain washes the red away.
Hail rains down upon us in sheets.
We’ve become moving targets.

The Town Halls offers no shelter.
Bright lights sweep the dusty floor.
The winds duck inside for shelter.
Thunder pounds against the locked windows.

We must fight this unnatural army,
Who uses the forces of nature as weapons.
Thunder to crash through buildings,
And lightning to burn down the town.

Wolf has his schemes and tricks.
He plays with illusions and magic.
But this time we will be ready.
No army will get through us.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 41

My stroll has turned into more
Than a mere walk in the park.
The peace and quiet is cut short.

The skies rumble and open up,
Releasing their pent up anger.
Their distress echoing through town.

Hot tears fall to the ground,
Cascading through the colors
Reflected from above.

An army of black clouds
Move into place,
Ready to attack.

Flashes of light hit the streets.
I follow its path to the Town Hall.
A building lit from within.

The winds have joined the game.
Swirling gusts directed at my face,
Fingers holding me back in time and place.

No one can stop me now.
I will find out what is causing
Hell to reign down upon us.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME
 

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 40

What lies hidden beneath End House?
Familiar faces and bony countenances.
A cacophony of moans and sounds.

A community of creatures living in the tunnels.
Friends who might be returning to the living,
Or the living who might be joining The Dead.

David grabs hold of Tom’s hand,
One of his long lost friends.
Tom stands stiff and tall, not responding.

Howard shuffles forward.
Howard had been the daring one,
The one who had saved Tom from the dark pool.

The town looks like Oasis,
With its beaches, stores, cafes, parks, and hotel.
In the distance, the forest looms dark and forbidding.

But where are the people?
The stores stand empty.
“There, they are!” Linda calls out.

A large group walks down Main Street.
No smiles crossing their deathly pale faces.
No emotions from these sad replicas of humanity.

Something is wrong.
No one is happy to see us.
“Let’s get out of here!” Linda yells.

The group before them lurches forward,
Arms extended like bare branches in the winter cold.
Her friends back up in fear.

“But they’re our friends!” Mike says,
“We can’t leave them here,”
His eyes pleading for help.

Linda drags him away from the red-eyed mob.
“Our friends are gone.
These aren’t are friends any longer.”

A man grabs hold of Louise’s long hair.
She lets loose a heart-wrenching cry,
Frightening the pale creature away.

Linda takes one last look at Oasis.
They look like members of our town,
But yet they don’t.

The door slams shut,
Separating them from the empty shells.
Linda follows her friends out of the dark.

Goodbye to Wolf and your demented band of followers.
I can’t believe that I had been tempted by you.
Thank god we escaped in time.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME









OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 39


Take me to the other side,
Where right is wrong
And wrong rules the day.

The door creaks open for us,
But should we walk through?
Will we find our answers?

Linda grasps David’s hand,
Hiding behind his tall body.
Mike and Shana follow close behind.

The ground continues to shake.
The walls grumble with rage.
Bricks fall too close to her head.

Darkness peers back at them
From the other side,
A quivering body of blackness.

Dark shadows move 
And sway with the music.
Music they can only hear.

David steps through the doorway.
He stops and opens his arms wide.
A soft sigh escapes his lips.

People move through the shadows,
Moving together as one.
A light from above highlights their faces.

It can’t be!
I must be living a dream
Or maybe a nightmare. 

Linda shakes her head.
She will not go inside.
The game is over for her.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 38


What happened to the colorful flowers?
Have they fled town with the cowardly sun?
In the encroaching darkness,
Only red stands out in its many costumes.

Red is the color of the falls behind town,
Where pink taffeta shields its cold fingers.
Red is the color of windows of End House,
Hiding the horrors waiting inside.

With its dying embers the sun bleeds red,
Packing its bags for a final goodbye.
Its tears mark the white sand with red gashes,
Tracking its sad journey into the unknown.

Red are the eyes of the great Wolf,
Watching the town prepare for him.
He keeps his distance until all is ready,
Until all are ready to accept him as ruler.

Gone are the joyous times of parties.
Gone are the sounds of laughter and giggles.
Now comes the time of battles to be fought,
Allies to be made, and enemies to be killed.

Wolf has brought this upon Oasis,
A town content to live in the light of the sun,
Happy to be human and alive.
It is too late to go back.

Time moves on.
And so do The Dead.
Once Oasis is conquered,
The world will be next.

Who will stop them?
Who can stop them?
Linda wants to know.
She needs to know.

Time will only tell.
The stage is set.
The die is cast.
All that’s left for us
To do is wait.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME