Source: fall-spirit
Let the leaves fall where they may
upon tombstones built to stay.
On these stones, the residents pound
as fall colors litter the ground.
No one is free to leave.
To this earth, they must cleave.
LET THE LEAVES FALL
cemetery
THE MOON RISES
Source:r-e-drum
Creak.
Crunch.
The air moves.
Squeak.
Moan.
The trees shake.
I shouldn’t have come alone.
In the dark.
After the sun sets.
The moon rises.
And so do The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME
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
Kindle
Nook
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
Kindle
Nook
BUTTERFLIES AFLUTTER
Source:itscoldout
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.
THE DEAD GAME: BOOK ONE
PREY FOR THE DEAD: BOOK TWO
SHY CEMETERY
Source:tanrhombus
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.
THE REAPER
Source:socialpsychopathblr
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
NO FEAR
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
