ALONE IN A CEMETERY

cemetery shadows

ALONE IN A CEMETERY

The mist paints a grey.

Hissing winds sound fey.

The trees sway in tune

Under the blue moon.

With long robes, they sweep toward me.

Darker shadows they cannot be.

A statue looms in the distance.

I cannot offer resistance.

An angel turns her face to me.

A wicked grin for all to see.

Her white wings spread wide.

Time for me to hide.

MIDNIGHT MOON

 

 

THE DEAD GAME
A midnight so dark and blue.
It’s coming for me and you.
The tides are rising to a new height,
While fighting the shore with all its might.
The clear skies are dark blue.
The clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings us shadows and fears,
And people running away in tears.
Who is able to control the moon?
I’m afraid they’ll be here all too soon.
Dark shadows are descending on the shore.
They’re many but soon there will be much more.
I’ve heard about The Dead.
They fill my heart with dread.
It’s time to hide from death.
No time to take a breath.
THE DEAD GAME
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BLUE MOON

BLUE MOON

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Blue Moon | Carl Jones

We’ve had a Red Moon.
Now we have a Blue Moon?
Do The Dead care what color the moon is?
No, they don’t.
They will rise no matter the moon’s color.
The Dead Game by Susanne Leist
A paranormal mystery to die for.

0ce4n-g0d:

Blue Moon | Carl Jones

We’ve had a Red Moon.

Now we have a Blue Moon?

Do The Dead care what color the moon is?

No, they don’t.

They will rise no matter the moon’s color.

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

A paranormal mystery to die for.