REST FOR THE WEARY

 

All is dark.

Until the moon finds us.

Hits us with its spotlight.

Blinds us with its glow.

Reveals us to the night.

All we want is darkness.

Respite from the sun.

Sleep for the weary.

Good night moon.

DARK SHADOWS

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They rise from calm waters

and land on our shore.

Dark shadows on the soft breeze.

Leaving dead bodies on the sand.

Disappearing with the morning light.

Until the night falls once more.

 

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

TRAPPED IN HELL

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Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925

 

The forest grows dark.

It comes alive.

Wood arms reach for me.

Roots uncurl from the ground.

Trees shake and dance.

As the wind moans.

Dark shadows follow me.

Moonlight teases me.

I’m trapped in hell,

where the sun doesn’t shine.

 

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

A GINGERBREAD HOUSE

 

 

A gingerbread house so quaint.

Disguised with colorful paint.

 

An evil group lives here.

And our town is so near.

 

They are Watchers for The Dead.

I’m afraid to go to bed.

 

Come and take a quick look.

Or you can read my book.

 

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

THE FOLLOWERS

vintagegal: Dracula (1931)

 

 

THE FOLLOWERS

Who was the original vampire?

Many believe it was Count Dracula,

who had enough charm to lure followers

to hell and beyond.

He had one descendent.

Where is he today?

Can he one of The Dead in Oasis, Florida?

THE DEAD GAME SERIES