MIDNIGHT AT THE OASIS

dark house

A house dark and bleak,

I can’t even speak.

Dark shadows glare at me,

Where clear windows should be.

Dare I venture inside?

I will swallow my pride.

I will cross the threshold,

Without being so bold.

A secret party is held inside.

Should I run or maybe hide?

Who’s the host of this feast,

Man or dangerous beast?

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

Nook http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

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