Oasis appears serene.
I do not want to preen,
but I did say there were creatures.
At night, you won’t see their features.
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PREY FOR THE DEAD: Book Two
creatures
TIME TO SLEEP
Hello, it’s just me.
Sitting in the dark.
I’m fun as can be.
A day at the park.
I’m here when you sleep.
Your worst nightmare.
Can you see its legs
Climbing your hair?
Can you feel it?
It is black and furry.
Don’t go back to sleep
Or you’ll see blurry.
Did it bite your neck?
I can see the mark.
Just a little peck.
The room goes dark.
WALK ALONE
I walk alone at night
when the moon is full height.
The sky black as tar,
but I won’t walk far.
I search for the shadow
on a road so narrow.
I want to see who he’s become;
The Dead leader, the evil one.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
Book Two of The Dead Game Series
THE STAIRCASE
THE STAIRCASE
Follow the gargoyles to their master.
Follow the staircase to its source.
Take me down under
To the darkness in us all.
Beneath End House lies the answers
To questions asked from times gone by.
The unearthly dungeons and mazes
Will lead our way through hell and beyond.
I know others have gone before me
To the place deep in the earth.
Hell has unleashed its prized possessions
To torment the innocent and needy.
Even with their human bodies
They cannot hide forever from my wrath.
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN
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SHADOWS OF THE NIGHT
The night is here.
Dark shadows appear.
The full moon spins on its axis.
Creatures settle for sleep.
The wise owl opens yellow eyes in defiance.
Who are the shadows that interfere
with the peace of the night?
Who dare to leave dead bodies
along their nightly path?
Hide ye beyond your closed
doors and shuttered windows.
For THE DEAD own the night.
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THE HOUSE HAS SPOKEN
The house welcomes.
It creaks.
It sighs.
The front door drifts open.
We step inside.
Gargoyles stand sentinel
on the staircase.
Their eyes follow our path
past the flickering candles.
An icy wind brushes our skin
with unseen fingers.
Shadows move and sway
in the dark hallway.
The front door locks behind us.
The house has spoken.
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PARADISE LOST
What has happened to our paradise?
Now I could surely use some advice.
Our town is bombarded with creatures.
In the dark, we can’t see their features.
They come out in the dark of night,
Hiding their faces from the light.
The winds are picking up speed.
They devour our town with greed.
We must run and hide in the church
Before we are left in the lurch.
Someone save us before it’s too late
From creatures filled with evil and hate.
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