Pink as far as the eye can see.
A place as perfect as can be.
A warm summer wind shakes the trees.
More pink petals on the soft breeze.
Pink as far as the eye can see.
A place as perfect as can be.
A warm summer wind shakes the trees.
More pink petals on the soft breeze.
SWEPT AWAY
Lights twinkle on the horizon.
A horizon tinted pink by the night.
I walk past the mosaic trimmed pool.
A trade wind follows me.
I’m being swept away.
By the view.
By the lights.
By the beauty.
A contented sigh drifts on the wind.
OASIS
A more beautiful place cannot be.
It faces the waves of the dark sea.
White sand and quiet beaches galore.
You can’t ask for anything more.
Life is perfect as can be.
Come and frolic with me.
Tourists visit from far and wide.
Oasis is Florida’s pride.
Beware when The Dead descend.
We can no longer pretend
This is a perfect place to be
As The Dead rise up from the sea.
Darkness brings flying creatures and death.
Beware that this won’t be your last breath.
THE DEAD GAME
They fly against the windows.
Trying to enter the Town Hall.
Our shelter from the storm.
They’ve found us.
Windows break.
Glass rains upon us.
The end has come.
THE DEAD GAME
A steep cliff lies before us.
End House looms behind.
We’ve endured.
A pool of blood.
Descending saws.
Wild animals.
The cliff looks safer.
Down we go.
THE DEAD GAME
I wait for you each night.
Your sparkling glow.
Your everlasting heat.
The night bows to you.
The stars gather round.
Man looks up to you.
Take me into your light.
Gone for good.
My identity is gone.
My uniqueness.
My face.