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The house sits alone.
Night after night.
Ghosts in its walls.
Demons below its floors.
It waits for the night.
When the moon bleeds red.
Nature becomes silent.
And shadows walk tall.
Lights shine through its windows.
Sounds creep up from its basement.
We’ve come to play.
In The Dead of night.
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ALONE IN A CEMETERY
The mist paints a grey.
Hissing winds sound fey.
The trees sway in tune
Under the blue moon.
With long robes, they sweep toward me.
Darker shadows they cannot be.
A statue looms in the distance.
I cannot offer resistance.
An angel turns her face to me.
A wicked grin for all to see.
Her white wings spread wide.
Time for me to hide.
The nightmare of my mind
Crammed with trees and dirt.
A deserted forest of the night,
No visitors or intruders.
Graves mark the spots
Where life once stood.
Now all that is left
Are dark shadows.
Shadows drifting across
The empty space of my mind.
Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre
Dark are the streets
By which they creep.
Silence is their goal.
Through the town, they go.
Bodies left behind,
Blood-dry we will find.
Church bells are tolling,
And heads are rolling.
Flee from this we must
Before we are dust.
THE DEAD GAME
Who sits on my shelf
each night?
Who casts shadows
on my bedroom wall?
I move closer.
I must see what it is.
The head moves.
Its hood falls back.
A doll’s face appears.
A yellow glow
in the darkness.
Red eyes turn to me.
Burning a hole
through my heart.
A midnight so dark and blue.
It’s coming for me and you.
The tides are rising to a new height,
While fighting the shore with all its might.
The clear skies are dark blue.
The clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings us shadows and fears,
And people running away in tears.
Who is able to control the moon?
I’m afraid they’ll be here all too soon.
Dark shadows are descending on the shore.
They’re many but soon there will be much more.
I’ve heard about The Dead.
They fill my heart with dread.
It’s time to hide from death.
No time to take a breath.
THE DEAD GAME
ALONE IN THE WOODS
Shadows follow me into the deep.
I walk while others are asleep.
The chill flows right through me.
I’m alone as you can see.
White sleepy lambs elude me.
Though I am where I should be.
Here in the forest on this path.
Sun will rise, it can do the math.
It will find me on this bench.
Next to the one with the stench.
It is past time for me to move on.
Before I’m found by what is now gone.
BLOOD MOON
The moon is a foreshadow
of things to come,
frightening things,
unhappy things.
Its red glow creeps through trees
to the remote town,
where all are asleep,
feeling safe in their beds.
Creep, Creep, Creep,
the red mist spreads,
down the streets
and into the homes.
The fog solidifies,
forming dark shadows.
Shadows of the night
that have come to play.
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Look at the pretty sky.
Such beauty way up high.
Clouds drifting by so slowly
Like a shrine to what’s holy.
All of this will soon come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.
Dark shadows will descend onto the sand.
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem–all served with a frown.
Run for your life if you still can.
Danger for each and every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They did not come to play.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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Friday the 13th is here.
There is nothing to fear.
My gargoyle friends are waiting.
Their stares are somewhat scathing.
But the night is still young.
The noose is already hung.
Bats fly around the old house.
They squeak like a little mouse.
Lightning sizzles as it plays.
Over the dark house, it stays.
Thunder rumbles in pain.
Loud noises but no rain.
The door opens wide.
There’s no place to hide.
We might as well go in.
inside looks dark as sin.
THE DEAD GAME
