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

 

 

RED SKY

 

 

The waves rise in anger.

The sky burns bright red.

Birds flee from their perches.

Animals run for hiding.

The tides bring in death.

Dark creatures from its depths.

They converge on Oasis.

A town too innocent of it all.

Night comes on horseless chariots.

An invasion from the beach.

Dark shadows roam the quiet streets.

Grabbing tourists for their deadly games.

All evidence gone in the morning

Of their deadly rampage through town.

THE DEAD GAME

DOOMED TO HELL

I had to share one more rhyme.

From under the sea

they have come for me.

Rising from the deep

they come when I sleep.

 

Through the small town they roam

looking for a new home.

Blending with tourists at day

but at night they get to play.

 

Bloodthirsty as they are

they don’t have to go far.

They take sustenance within reach

leaving dead bodies on the beach.

 

Tourists flee the hotel

before they’re doomed to hell.

The evil one walks tall.

Our town will surely fall.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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PARTY WITH THE DEAD

 

Follow me to the clearing,

where the trees part in fear.

The Dead come to play,

and the La Santa Muerte rule.

Bring your sacrifices,

and your wishes will come true.

The female Grim Reaper is all-powerful,

and the taste of blood can be sweet.

She will grant wishes of  revenge and murder

to your bitter heart’s content.

THE DEAD GAME

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TIME TO DANCE

 

Time to party.

The Dead can dance.

They fill the nights

with fun and music.

Cold to the touch.

Empty to their souls.

Following to a beat of their own.

Heartbeats of the warmblooded.

THE DEAD GAME

THE MIST

 

The mist follows me

through the dark forest.

It leaves cold fingerprints

on my shivering body.

The moon hides its face

from the evil below.

Stars lose their sparkle

as The Dead walk the night.

I must reach the town

before I become one of them.

Walkers of the night.

Demons of the first order.

THE DEAD GAME

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