HE CALLS TO ME

A duel to end all duels.
A battle to the death.
The winds raise the waves
To heights of ecstasy.

They tease the shore
With their pounding fury. 
The sand reduced to dust
From their unrelenting force.

I’m torn in half,
Tempted by the ice storm,
Where cold flesh brings passion,
And games are the rule of the day. 

Heat still flows through my veins, 
Drawing me back to the light,
Where human flesh brings love
And easement from the storm.

Wolf rises from the water,
His body melting in droplets.
He exists no more.
He has lost the battle.

How could have I not known?
How could I have forgotten?
The cold waits no more for me.
Emptiness fills the void inside.

I can still hear his voice,
Feel his presence in the wind.
His icy fury slices into the shore,
Calling for me to join him.

THE DEAD GAME 

CALL MY NAME

 

I walk alone in the cold night.

On roads cleared but deserted.

No one calls my name to stop.

No one cares to see who I am.

I walk alone every night.

Hoping to find the one for me.

Hoping someone calls my name.

And cares enough to stop.

 

Source:

HELL ON EARTH

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HELL ON EARTH

The creature in the wall.

No hell on earth to hold it.

Wanting to be free.

“Come save me.

I beseech thee.”

It cries to me.

“Please come near.

No one to fear.”

It pleads to me.

What to do?

What can I do?

The creature from hell.

Who calls to me.

Reaches for me.

“I’m coming for you.”

I walk near.

Without fear.

But I was tricked.

I’m now in the wall.

With the creature from hell.