A PUFF OF SMOKE

Puff of smoke

 

 

A puff of smoke.

A flicker of light.

Life is sweet.

Life is short.

Gone in a puff of smoke.

Don’t close your eyes.

The candles flicker.

A life is gone.

Only THE DEAD

have the power.

Only THE DEAD

hold the cure.

Only THE DEAD

know who’s next.

THE DEAD GAME

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WELCOME

Welcome to End House

“There she stood in the doorway;

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself

‘This could be heaven or this could be Hell’

Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way”

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FLEETING

 

 

A puff of smoke.

A flicker of light.

Life is sweet.

It is memorable.

It can be fleeting.

Gone in a puff of smoke.

Don’t close your eyes.

Keep them wide open.

Dangers lurk everywhere.

Poof!

A life is gone.

Is it yours?

Only THE DEAD

have the power.

Only THE DEAD

hold the cure.

Only THE DEAD

know who’s next.

THE DEAD GAME

GAZEBO IN THE DARK

 

 

GAZEBO IN THE DARK

Darkness surrounds from each side.

The storm brews with the rising tide.

A gazebo stands in the clearing.

I don’t like the shrill sound I’m hearing.

Candles flicker inside.

There is no place to hide.

I’m being pulled toward the light.

My body refuses to fight.

A noose hangs above me.

I will never be free.


THE DEAD GAME

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A DARK DESTINY

HOT WAX

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Michail Satarov, Towards the Light.

 

The candle flickers.

It melts.

Dripping wax.

A pathway of heat

For The Dead to follow.

As they reach up

From hell below.

Rising stronger.

Hotter.

Deadlier.

THE DEAD GAME

CANDLES ON THE WALLS

 

 

The candles on these walls

throw shadows down the halls.

Shadows that float in the air,

horrors that I cannot bear.

Soft sighs follow in their wake,

my insides begin to quake.

Gargoyles stare at us from above,

I’m thrust forward by a hard shove.

Revolving rooms lead us through a maze.

I follow along, lost in a daze.

I ask, “How do we get out of here?”

My hands covering my face in fear.

Am I standing in a flood?

I look down at all the blood.

It flows from the indoor pool.

As you know I’m not a fool.

I’m out of here as quick as can be.

There’s nothing else I want to see.

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WELCOME TO THE PARTY

flickering candles

Follow the candles

WELCOME TO THE PARTY

 

Candles along the stairs,

Keepers of the dark night.

We’ve come for the party

With no one else in sight.

 

More candles down the hall,

Their eerie lights flicker.

Empty rooms greet us as

We begin to bicker.

 

The basement door stands open.

We argue and make a fuss.

We agree to take the stairs

As the door slams behind us.

 

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

AN ISLAND ESCAPE

An Island Escape

Take me away from a world without color,
A world where life is dull and grey.
I want to swim through the ocean’s waves,
Where rainbows can frolic and play.

The sun’s rays shimmer off the water,
Leaving trails of gold, yellow, and red.
Beacons of light for me to follow,
To a new land where to lay my head.

I fly through the rolling waves,
Touching down on a spot of land.
I am lifted by arms of fountains
And laid to rest on the pink sand.

Turtles scurry away from my hand.
Birds fly around as they have fun.
The waves recede in their farewell dance,
Leaving me alone in the sun.

Who lives on this small island?
It’s time for me to explore.
A hut of branches in a tree.
I must see if there is more.

The steps are pretty steep,
I climb and step inside.
The room is small and dark.
Who knows what it may hide?

I hear footsteps from the room beyond.
They’re coming closer to where I hide.
It’s too late to run for the door,
I must face whoever is inside.

He saunters into the room.
Candles and two places set.
He throws me a big grin,
As if I am his prized pet.

We both wait in silence.
He slowly moves toward me.
“I hope you like my surprise.”
I feel as cold as can be.

I don’t like surprises.
Especially from him.
He keeps me at arm’s​ length,
Not letting me in.

I lower my eyes
From the fire in his eyes.
They’re consuming me alive,
I’m burning up from his lies.

He makes an abrupt movement.
He strides across the room.
He kisses me with great passion
Under the blood red moon.