Can you see The Dead?
Beautiful creatures by day.
Bloodsuckers by night.
We take their droppings.
Nothing should be wasted.
Time for us to descend.
The cemetery is waiting.
THE DEAD GAME
Cypress Lawn Memorial Park | GarettPhotography
Evil waits for you and me
beneath the tall cypress tree.
It comes in the dark of night,
won’t leave without a good fright.
The mausoleum is dark.
We only came on a lark.
Time for us to run and go.
The wind says, “I don’t think so.”
THE DEAD GAME
WE’RE HERE
A walk through the cemetery.
Darkness is my friend.
The moon my best buddy.
Shining stars to keep me company.
“Who goes there?”
A voice calls in the distance.
Is that the night watchman?
Has he seen somebody?
Should I continue walking?
All is quiet.
The mist moves.
It parts, and I can see—
What is that?
Skeletons are rising from graves.
And I can hear the music.
They are dancing to the beat.
Skulls are swiveling.
Bony feet are tapping.
Who knew a cemetery
could be such fun?
The Valley Cemetery | GarettPhotography
A walk in the cemetery.
Not the right place to be merry.
Dark shadows creep in
As dark as their sin.
Wings flap around me.
I’m cold as can be.
A brief tap on my shoulder.
I run to the boulder.
“No one is here,”
I say in fear.
But footsteps, I do hear
Echo as they draw near.
“Oh no, they have found me.”
A fresh grave waits for me.
FOLLOW THE CURIOUS
The cobblestones glisten
under the moonlight.
Gravestones peek out
in the heavy fog.
Moans sweep the winds
that rustle the lifeless trees.
A gate stands open
to welcome the curious.
Footsteps draw closer
to my hiding place.
A cloaked figure enters
the home of the dead.
It disappears inside a mausoleum
with a lone angel standing guard.
Goosebumps riddle my body
as I inch forward from my spot.
I can’t stand the suspense.
I must find the meeting place
of the dead and gone.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
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.
A cemetery so shy
the dead and gone pass it by.
The graves hide in shame
from its silly name.
No mausoleums to grace it,
or fine tombstones to enhance it.
Please stay away from here.
The dead don’t want you near.
Cypress Lawn Memorial Park | GarettPhotography
Evil waits for you and me.
Beneath the tall cypress tree.
It comes in the dark of night.
Won’t leave without a good fright.
The mausoleum is dark.
We only came on a lark.
Time for us to run and go.
The wind says, “I don’t think so.”
THE DEAD GAME
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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
I’m over here.
I can smell your fear.
You won’t be alone.
I can hear your moan.
I’ll be rising soon.
On the next full moon.
We’ll rise from down under.
On lightning and thunder.
You will not recognize me.
I’ll be different you see.
My new body is strong.
Now do not get me wrong.
I still love you, my dear.
Of that please have no fear.
THE DEAD GAME continues
