NO SURVIVORS

They fly through the trees.
Over the deadly mist.
Landing in the forest.
Where no man walks.
No light penetrates.
No laughter follows.
The realm of The Dead.
Their nightly playground.
Games with no survivors.
THE DEAD...

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They fly through the trees.

Over the deadly mist.

Landing in the forest.

Where no man walks.

No light penetrates.

No laughter follows.

The realm of The Dead.

Their nightly playground.

Games with no survivors.

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

 

A LOVE PECK

 

 

I walk quickly this night

from who lurks out of sight.

The wind gives a whistle and a sigh

as strands of my hair begin to fly.

The moon hides its face.

I pick up my pace.

Shadows surround me.

Footsteps behind me.

Hands around my neck.

Is that a love peck?

He is taking my blood.

I die in a red flood.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE DOOR LOCKS

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“ Kingdom Come
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It welcomes.
It creaks.
It sighs.
Its door opens.
Candlelight streams out.
We peak inside.
Grim faces stare back.
Gargoyles stand sentinel
along the curving staircase.
A wind brushes our skin
with its unseen...

 

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Kingdom Come

It welcomes. 

It creaks.

It sighs.

Its door opens.

Candlelight streams out.

We peek inside.

Grim faces stare back.

Gargoyles stand sentinel

along the curving staircase.

The wind brushes our skin

with its unseen fingers.

Candles light the way

down the right hall.

Shadows move and sway

with the flickering candles.

The door locks behind us.

We’re in for the ride.

End House has spoken.

THE DEAD GAME

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BLOOD RUNS SMOOTH

Blood runs smooth with inky determination. Filling the ocean with its crimson red. It arrives with the tides to our sandy shores. Walking the streets of town with the rise of the moon. Leaving dead bodies behind in the wake of its path. Returning the...

 

 

Blood runs smooth

with inky determination.

Filling the ocean

with its crimson red.

It arrives with the tides

to our sandy shores.

Walking the streets of town

with the rise of the moon.

Leaving dead bodies behind

in the wake of its path.

Returning the next night

to sprinkle blood once more.

THE DEAD GAME

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FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

 

follow the lights

 

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS  
Follow the lights to the house of glass.
There will be much splendor in the grass.
Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.
A more decadent event there could not be.
Champagne will be flowing until the wee hours.
Come with me and dance among the pretty flowers.
This room full of guests gives me a chill.
Maybe we should leave I’ve had my fill.
Eyes are following us in the room.
They will be upon us all too soon.
The guests are not what they appear.
Beneath they are just bones and hair.

 

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GRIM REAPER

 

 

Grim reaper stands over me,

Where The Dead have come to be.

Blood won’t be my drink of choice,

Not if I have any voice.

I will go down with a fight.

I refuse to take a bite.

No bloodthirsty demon down here.

No reason to have any fear.

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

A LITTLE MURDER

The mind can be a strange place.
It can think up dark stories.
With monsters and demons.
A little murder and mayhem.
Skulls and bones for decoration.
Maybe your cup of tea is blood.
Your coffee carries some poison.
Let your mind roam the...

 

 

The mind can be a strange place.

It can think up dark stories.

With monsters and demons.

A little murder and mayhem.

Skulls and bones for decoration.

Maybe your cup of tea is blood.

Your coffee carries some poison.

Let your mind roam the darkness.

And maybe beyond.

 

 

INTO THE WOODS

They live in the woods.
Lights flicker through the trees.
We follow the lights to the glass house,
Lit from within by crystal chandeliers.
Notes of The Waltz drift to us.
Glass walls reveal dancing couples,
Twirling on the dance floor.
Tuxedoed men...

 

They live in the woods.

Lights flicker through the trees.

We follow the lights to the glass house,

Lit from within by crystal chandeliers.

Notes of The Waltz drift to us.

Glass walls reveal dancing couples,

Twirling on the dance floor.

Tuxedoed men stand guard at the front door.

Snow flakes fall from the dark sky.

Snow in Florida?

The clock strikes midnight.

The couples freeze.

After the last chime,

Dancing commences.

All is not right in the glass house.

All is not right with the town of Oasis.

THE DEAD GAME

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DARKEST SECRETS

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DEATH METAL 2012 A by MACKOUSKOSK

 

My closet holds memories.

It hides my deepest secrets.

It can be dark and dreary.

It can ooze life’s nectar.

I should close the door.

I should never look back.

But I can’t stop myself.

I need to see it once more.