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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WHAT DO YOU SEE?

 

What do you see?

Can you see The Dead?

Do you know who they are?

We watch them at night.

They fly through the streets.

Bloodsuckers by night.

Beautiful creatures by day.

We take their droppings.

Nothing should be wasted.

Time for us to descend.

The cemetery is waiting.

THE DEAD GAME

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MIDNIGHT

 

 

They live in the woods.

Lights flicker through the trees.

Parties are held at their mansions.

Dare we join this night’s party?

A party held in a glass house.

Will there be dancing and music?

Or death and bloodshed?

Only time will tell.

As the clock strikes midnight.

THE DEAD GAME

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