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.
THE DEAD GAME
THE DEAD GAME
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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
splendiferoushoney: by Martin at hipydeus
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
Source:baby-vintage
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.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
DANCE BENEATH THE LIGHTS
Source:pikachutwo
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.
THE DEAD GAME
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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
Source:chicparadiselilly3
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
