A path through the forest,
covered with fallen trees and tangled shrubbery.
Bushes shake.
Animals scurry into hiding.
Leaves fall.
Birds flee.
I must find my way home.
Darkness envelopes the path.
I can’t move.
Vines twirl around my feet.
I’m trapped.
The forest has taken me.
A fog rolls into town,
blanketing the streets.
A silence descends
as night takes over.
A crow watches
and waits.
The moon rises
with the creatures.
Shadows walk softly,
leaving no footsteps behind.
A trail of dead bodies
lie scattered In their wake.
The sun opens one eye,
afraid to see the damage.
But it must rise
and shed its light.
A burden the residents
of Oasis must bear.
In silence.
In secrecy.
Until The Dead
are gone for good.
THE DEAD GAME
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Destiny calls my name.
It brings me to this house.
Others are here.
Trapped in their nightmares.
Prisoners of their minds.
Frozen in this hell.
We will not succumb.
We will not allow
Our fears to rule us.
FEEL THE GREEN
A seat on a bench is what I seek,
But a veil of green taunts for a peek.
It pulls me deeper into the maze.
I follow in a dark kind of daze.
Squawks and shrieks call to me
As I try to break free.
Branches wrap tight around my neck.
On my cheek, I feel a light peck.
I look up to eyes so blue and true.
I cannot believe it’s only you.
I’m in my bed safe and sound
With no horror to be found.
The Dead are dancing,
swooping down with joy.
They love Oasis.
Florida belongs to them.
They rule the night.
Lightning follows in their wake.
Thunder blows its trumpet.
We bow to their might.
You can see the joy
in the curl of the wave.
THE DEAD GAME
They fly against the windows.
Trying to enter the Town Hall.
Our shelter from the storm.
They’ve found us.
Windows break.
Glass rains upon us.
The end has come.
THE DEAD GAME
Rising from down under.
Below our calm waters.
Beneath our heavenly paradise.
They come to our shore.
Dark shadows on the soft breeze.
Leaving dead bodies on the sand.
Disappearing with the morning light.
Until night falls once more.
THE DEAD GAME
Soaring.
Towering above us.
Blocking out the light.
Creatures of might.
Lovers of the night.
Holding hands.
Brushing shoulders.
Brothers until the end.
Read me a story.
Tell me a tale.
Love blooms at night
in this fairytale.
THE DEAD GAME
The waves rise in anger.
The sky burns red.
Birds flee from their perches.
Animals run for hiding.
The tides bring death.
Dark creatures soar from the deep.
They converge on our town
On horseless chariots.
Dark shadows roam the streets.
Tourists grabbed for their deadly games.
All evidence wiped clean in the morning
Of their deadly rampage through town.
THE DEAD GAME
