Just when you think it’s safe
to step out from your bedroom.
When the howling and chanting
have finally subsided.
When all is quiet.
You put your foot down,
and then you realize that
all is not over.
A breeze blows from the ocean.
One that smooths the white sand.
Feeling like the soft flutter of
a rose petal against your skin.
The sea breeze carries chanting.
Why do we hear it at night?
Are spells being cast in Oasis?
Only The Dead know and they’re not talking.
THE DEAD GAME
HELL IS REIGNING DOWN FROM ABOVE
“Hail is raining down from the sky!
Hell is reigning down from above!”
Linda races through the pummeled streets,
Dodging pieces of roof tops.
“How could this be happening?
The sun was out moments ago.
I smell fire.
My skin is burning hot.”
Her feet slow to a stop.
Linda lifts her head to the black sky.
Flames are shooting from the church.
Red hot flames with swirls of yellow and orange.
Cries of horror float in the air around her.
Shrieks and moans are lifted in the rising winds.
She turns around in a circle,
Desperate to locate the source.
“It’s coming from the Town Hall!”
I knew it!
Everybody has to be there.
Please god let them be there.“
The cries rise in intensity
With each footstep.
The front doors are open.
Darkness beckons from within.
The sight inside knocks the breath from her lungs.
Flying creatures are circling her friends.
Creatures with furry bodies and human faces.
One swoops down and lifts her friend up to the ceiling.
“The Dead are here.
What should I do?
Wait! Father John is chanting.
Will he be able to save us?”
Take a seat in the park.
Watch the world go by.
A shadow flits by.
More shadows to follow.
They converge on the gazebo.
A gazebo rimmed in roses.
Their heady fragrance sweeten the air.
The shadows take on forms.
Human forms in dark robes.
They circle the gazebo.
Chanting strange words.
A noose hangs inside.
Wrapped around a woman’s neck.
The robbed figures circle faster.
Winds follow in their wake.
Faster, faster, and faster they go.
Cries fill the night.
Then all is silent.
The gazebo is empty.
The figures are gone.
Another night in Oasis, Florida.
THE DEAD GAME
The house had disappeared before my eyes.
But yet, one section had remained standing,
Before becoming transparent,
And then poof,
It was gone for good.
I’m on a mission to see if the house is truly gone.
No one else happened to notice the shadowy section
That had hovered and wavered until it dissolved.
But I know it’s still there.
I need to know.
The forest is quiet.
I don’t hear birds chirping.
I’m alone but I can feel eyes watching me.
I should’ve parked closer to the house.
I don’t remember the path snaking around the trees.
Here’s the black fence with its spikes pointing upward.
Not a comfortable place for birds.
How convenient, the gate is wide open.
All I have to do is walk through the trees.
No gloomy house should be waiting for me.
There is something up ahead.
A large shadow in the mist.
It must be the pool.
It can’t be.
The house can’t be back.
I can see through it to the trees beyond.
The sky is growing darker by the minute.
The shadowy house is beginning to fade away.
It’s dissolving into the ground,
Like it had done on that other fateful night.
All that remains is a deep hole.
Why did I come alone?
I don’t want to check out the hole.
I don’t want to be here.
Where did these heavy gusts of wind come from?
It was such a nice and balmy evening.
Now the winds are blowing their heads off.
The trees are thrashing their branches at me.
They won’t let me leave.
I’m being bounced from one tree to the next,
Like a football being tossed around.
“Stop it! Let me go!”
They don’t listen to my cries.
I believe they are laughing at me.
“Here’s that!” I jab my foot into a thick root.
The tree stretches out its branch to swipe at me.
“No please! Save me!”
I’m falling down the dark hole.
I can’t grab hold of anything firm.
The sides are too slippery.
Rocks and dirt are falling on me.
I can’t stop myself from sliding down.
This was such a bad idea.
I’m falling too fast.
No light is coming from above.
It’s just me and the darkness, my old friend.
The darkness can’t save me now.
Nothing can save me now.
I feel dizzy.
I’m being twirled in circles by the wind.
Round and round I go.
Where I’ll stop, nobody knows.
The silly things that enter your head at the end.
I’ve hit rock bottom.
My bottom hurts.
And I don’t know
Where the hell I am.
THE DEAD GAME CONTINUES
PRELUDE TO BOOK II
The Dead are now here.
I cower in fear.
I see Louise hanging
While The Dead are laughing.
They circle her body with their hoods on.
What have we done for this to come upon?
Their evil chanting flows to me through the air,
Lifting every single one of my hair.
Their leader is lifting his arms to the sky.
For my poor Louise, this is a sad goodbye.
I must run for help from the Sheriff.
For soon the rest of us will perish.
THE DEAD GAME
I walk among the living at day.
They do not hear I word that I say.
They believe I’m alive like them,
But I’m stronger than any men.
I can run like the wind through the trees,
Flying through the sky faster than bees.
At day my true self is hidden away.
People think I might be a little fay.
At night I walk the earth with the others.
They are as close to me as my brothers.
I’m more powerful than The Dead are.
To find me you don’t have to search far.
Who am I? you might ask.
I might take you to task.
Then you will be in hell forever more.
Be careful before you open that door.
THE DEAD GAME
Terror has to come to our town.
Why the big unhappy frown?
The Dead are here to stay.
They have come out to play.
The church is burning down.
There goes our pretty town.
I am their leader, you see.
Bow down now and worship me.
THE DEAD GAME