I walk alone at night
when the moon is full height.
The sky black as tar,
but I won’t walk far.
I search for the shadow
on a road so narrow.
I want to see who he’s become;
The Dead leader, the evil one.
THE DEAD GAME
The landscape is cold and bleak.
I’m beginning to feel weak.
Ice is melting in my shoes.
I’m getting the winter blues.
I can’t find my way out of here.
I had thought the town was so near.
I’ve been walking for days.
I’m in some kind of daze.
There’s a break in the rocks ahead.
I hope they didn’t leave me for dead.
My friends have to come back for me.
Rocks and trees are all I can see.
My friends are in the park playing ball.
I didn’t have to be afraid at all.
I cry alone in the dark night.
The sun refuses to share light.
Lit by a fire from within.
Moonlight hits me like a sharp pin.
I grow paler by the day.
In this world I cannot stay.
Without light I will die.
My white petals will fly.
I’m left to be a thin stick
As I grow tired and sick.
Come with me away from it all.
Let’s climb a hill that’s really tall.
An island for me and you,
And skies that are clear and blue.
We will take long walks on the sand,
And don’t forget to take my hand.
I will never feel alone or lonely.
I will always have my one and only.
THE DEAD ARE COMING
The dark woods keeps them hidden.
I know that I’m forbidden
From walking this way.
I must get away.
I hear them moving through the trees.
Let me get away from them please.
The footsteps are louder.
The moon is now rounder.
The end for me and the town is near.
A crystal ball I don’t need to peer.
I won’t bow on bended knee.
This will still not end well for me.
THE DEAD GAME
A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone.
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.
Darkness enters my room
in shades of midnight blue.
It breathes its cold breath
on my warm, sleeping face.
It wakes me from a dream
of blue cascading waves.
I am faced with the dark
and a hollow feeling inside.
Who opened my window?
Who let in the dark?