DARK AS THE NIGHT


 

DARK AS THE NIGHT

 

 

I walk with the living at day,

They do not hear a word I say.

They believe I’m alive like them,

But I’m stronger than any men.

I run like the wind past the trees,

Fly through the sky faster than bees.

My true self is hidden away,

I might be a little fey.

At night I walk with others,

They’re close to me like brothers.

“Who am I?” you might ask.

I might take you to task.

Take care not to open that door,

You’ll be in hell forevermore.

 

THE DARK FOREST

 

THE DARK FOREST

Follow the path.
Deep into the forest.
Ignore the howls.

Don’t turn back.
Soon you’ll be there.
Be prepared for a surprise.

A party at a deserted house.
End House waits.
And so do The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

TRAPPED IN HELL

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Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925

 

The forest grows dark.

It comes alive.

Wood arms reach for me.

Roots uncurl from the ground.

Trees shake and dance.

As the wind moans.

Dark shadows follow me.

Moonlight teases me.

I’m trapped in hell,

where the sun doesn’t shine.

 

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

CREATURE OF THE NIGHT

He comes in the dark night

Before the morning light.

Gray is the color of his huge eyes.

He can see as far as the crow flies.

A gorgeous creature of the night.

Much too scary upon first sight.

As I courageously draw near.

He backs away to disappear.

 

 

Coyote(Canis latrans), Nevada. [2048×1931]

DEEP IN QUICKSAND

 

 

Let’s travel through the forest so green.

A creature-filled oasis but don’t scream.

The roots tangle around our feet.

Walking becomes a scary feat.

Neon leaves hit our faces.

A hit every few paces.

I’m sinking deep into the forest floor.

Quicksand my enemy forever more.

THE JOURNEY

 

 

The mist follows close at my heels,

Relentless in its pursuit.

Roots poke through the ground.

Tree limbs grab at me.

The fog clears.

The forest ends.

I’ve reached the clearing.

He waits for me.

A black stallion is his ride.

I grab his extended arm.

He lifts me behind him.

We ride like the wind.

I sigh and turn my head.

A scream is lodged in my throat.

His face isn’t of my loved one

but a mask of death.

We ride like the wind

to the ends of the earth.

Hell’s gates shut behind us.

No one is knocking on its doors.

 

 

 

 

PRELUDE TO BOOK II – THE DEAD GAME SERIES

house in woods

 

 

Has End House returned to Oasis?

Our chanting had cast it to sea.
 
It can’t be back.
 
We can’t be under attack.

 

Silence fills the forest.

A cold breeze tickles my arms.

I follow the path through

a thick copse of trees.

 

The sky darkens.

A shadow looms in the distance.

I enter the clearing.

Seagulls cry and swoop low.

 

I halt by a deep hole.

The spot where End House had stood.

A hard shove

And I’m falling.

 

Laughter follows my descent.

I hit rock bottom. 

A tunnel stretches before me.

Light at its end.

 

THE DEAD GAME CONTINUES

PRELUDE TO BOOK II