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Blood oozes from my soul.
Nothing will make me whole.
I belong to the night.
Far from the morning light.
Don’t follow me.
I need to be free.
I BELONG TO THE NIGHT
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THE BLOOD MOON
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The blood moon is here.
It’s come for me.
Be sure to take care.
It’s come for you.
Red flies through the air.
It’s come for the town.
I can smell the fear.
Come with me, my dear.
THE DEAD GAME
SHADES OF RED
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Shades of red fall from the sky,
They hit the ground in puddles of crimson.
Red falls from the darkening sky.
It covers the grass with its bright hue.
My face burns hot from its touch
as blood pumps faster through my heart.
The creatures track my desperate retreat
through the deserted woods.
I will be one with them all too soon.
BLOOD MOON
BLOOD MOON
The moon is a foreshadow
of things to come,
frightening things,
unhappy things.
Its red glow creeps through trees
to the remote town,
where all are asleep,
feeling safe in their beds.
Creep, Creep, Creep,
the red mist spreads,
down the streets
and into the homes.
The fog solidifies,
forming dark shadows.
Shadows of the night
that have come to play.
THE DEAD GAME
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THE MOON FALLS
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The moon goes
through its phases.
Becoming smaller
each day.
Until it’s gone.
Leaving no trace
of its former self.
That is when The Dead
will come for us.
In the darkness.
In the coldness.
In the dark of night.
THE DEAD GAME
THE SNOW IS BLACK
A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.
THE DEAD GAME
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BLOOD MOON
BLOOD MOON
The moon is a foreshadow
Of things to come,
Frightening things,
Unhappy things.
Its red glow creeps through the trees
To the remote town,
Where all are asleep,
Feeling safe in their beds.
Creep, Creep, Creep,
The red mist spreads,
Down the streets
And into the homes.
The fog solidifies,
Forming dark shadows,
Shadows of the night,
Who have come to stay.
Game time!
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
