THE DEAD GAME

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Tick tock tick tock

chimes the old clock.

Cold like a vault.

The dancers halt.

Evil is near.

The Dead are here.

Heads are rolling.

Let’s go bowling.

Midnight has come.

A game for none.

 

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THE GLASS HOUSE

 

 

Snow falls.

Music fills the air.

In the glass dome of a house,

guests twirl and dance.

Images reflected on glass walls.

Champagne flows.

The clock strikes midnight.

The dance floor empties.

We are alone.

The game has begun.

THE DEAD GAME 

 

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KEEP YOUR EYES CLOSED

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The past calls.

A past filled with parties.

Balls held at the castle.

Dancers in the moonlight.

Close your eyes.

A carriage waits for you.

You arrive at the castle.

Footmen escort you.

You ascend the staircase,

wearing your new ball gown.

A man leads you to the dance floor.

Close your eyes.

Yes, it is a dream.

Keep your eyes closed,

and sway to the music.

WE HAVE TONIGHT

 

 

WE HAVE TONIGHT

Dance with me tonight, my darling.

Ignore the evil grins surrounding us.

Let us sway with the music’s quick beat.

No one needs to see the fear I hide

as you twirl me around the dance floor.

A smile is plastered on my face.

My eyes glued to yours.

I know there will be a meeting tonight.

The evil players will be present.

The evil one will soon be revealed.

Don’t let it be you, my loved one.

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DANCE BENEATH THE LIGHTS

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Dance beneath the bright lights,

Past the lifelike statues,

Figures entombed in glass,

As the dance floor grows bigger.

The music quickens its beat.

Couples twirl in circles.

The clock strikes midnight.

Let the games begin.

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THE ICE HOUSE

 

 

 

The dance floor is full.

The guests twirl between statues.

Sad expressions etched into faces.

Tears flow down frosty cheeks.

An undercurrent of evil lies

beneath the music and gaiety.

Time to leave the perfect guests

and the frozen smiles.

Time to escape if one can.

THE DEAD GAME 

THE GAME HAS BEGUN

 

 

Put on your mask.

Dress in your gown.

Step into your party shoes.

The dance is about to begin.

Music fills the mirrored room.

The band picks up the beat.

Dancers swirl under glowing chandeliers.

Rainbows of light reflect off the walls.

The room enlarges to accommodate the dancers.

The clock strikes midnight.

The music stops.

The dancers stand still.

The Dead Game has begun.

THE DEAD GAME