I WILL

 

 

I will grow.

I will reach the stars.

I don’t care about the graves

or the mausoleums.

I don’t care

The Dead

walk the night.

I will grow leaves.

I will stay here.

I will stay alive.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE NIGHT COMES

 

 

The night comes,

Dragging its feet,

Lurking in the corners.

Come to me.

I can’t wait much longer.

Your time is limited.

Enter my domain.

The wind sighs.

The moon shows its face.

The birds flee.

The spirits rise.

Yes, move closer.

ALONE IN A CEMETERY

 

ALONE IN A CEMETERY

 

The wind whispers.

The trees sway.

Air hisses through the leaves.

Shadows lurk between gravestones.

With long robes, they sweep toward me.

A statue looms in the distance.

A winged angel turns her cold face 

and faces me.

A wicked grin curves her mouth.

Her wings take flight.

And so do I.

TOMBSTONES MOVING

 

 

I see tombstones moving,

Winds blowing,

Grass ruffling.

The Dead wait for darkness.

The streets of town they walk.

Innocent victims they will find.

The games are about to begin.

THE DEAD GAME

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BUTTERFLIES AFLUTTER

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Butterflies are aflutter

among the tombstones.

Leaves cover the green

in shades of orange & red.

Sighs cut the silence

like a sharp knife.

Beneath the ground,

The Dead wait.

The leaves lift in the wind,

twirling to form shapes.

Butterflies flee

the peaceful scene.

No need to fear,

The Dead are here.

 

 

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THE 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.

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