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
Kindle
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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.
Guests dance
between frozen statues.
Statues of ice.
Sad expressions for eternity.
Tears flow on frosty cheeks.
Beneath the music and gaiety
lies an undercurrent of evil.
Time to leave this cold paradise
and escape, if one can.
Escape this deadly game
of The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
Kobo
Cape Cod July 2013_-60 (by jackfrench)
Sunset brings shadows with the night.
Birds of prey take off in dark flight.
Hues of red fill the night air.
High-pitched howls sound too near.
Residents hide behind locked doors.
Is that blood seeping through the floors?
The forest rumbles with song and laughter.
Night parties filled to every rafter.
Limousines line the path to the glass house
Glass statues watch them, quiet as a mouse.
Dancing halts at the strike of midnight,
Twirling figures freeze in the moonlight.
THE DEAD GAME
Art by Augusto Peixoto @ IrondoomDesign DEVIANTART
FOLLOW THE LIGHTS
Follow the lights to the house of glass.
There will be much splendor in the grass,
Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.
A more decadent event there could not be.
Champagne will flow until the wee hours.
Come with me and dance among the flowers.
This room full of guests gives me a chill.
Maybe we should leave, I’ve had my fill.
Stares are following us in the room.
They will be upon us all too soon.
The guests are not what they appear.
Beneath, they are just bones and hair.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
Crystal chandelier of mine.
I love your sparkle and shine.
You bring back memories long gone
when life hadn’t been so far gone.
Remember the parties we used to host?
Fancy guests arriving from coast to coast.
Music and laughter were the rules of the day.
But now all that is left are the bills to pay.
Snow falls.
Music floats in the air.
Inside the glass house,
the guests dance.
Their images reflect on the
sparkling walls.
Champagne flows
and so does the blood.
The clock strikes midnight.
The dance floor empties.
We are alone.
The games have begun.
THE DEAD GAME
