BLOOD MOON

Bloodmoon

 

 

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.

THE DEAD GAME

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I AM MAN

mensweardog:
“ The Dogfather 🌹
”
I’m a man.
No a wolf.
I have feelings.
I roam the night.
I hunger for her.
I walk on all four.
I need her love.
I yearn for freedom.
I am man.
I will win her love.
THE DEAD...

 

mensweardog:

The Dogfather 🌹

I’m a man.

No a wolf.

I have feelings.

I roam the night.

I hunger for her.

I walk on all four.

I need her love.

I yearn for freedom.

I am man.

I will win her love.

Tonight.

THE DEAD GAME

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KILL ME

KILL ME  killedtheinnocentpeople:
Untitled by Joe Kennett.
KILL ME
A walk through the woods
on a sunny afternoon.
The sun soon retreats
to be replaced by dark shadows.
Sighs fill the silence.
The tall trees lift their roots.
Trunks become...

 

KILL MEkilledtheinnocentpeople:
Untitled by Joe Kennett.

KILL ME

A walk through the woods

on a sunny afternoon.

The sun soon retreats

to be replaced by dark shadows.

Sighs fill the silence.

The tall trees lift their roots.

Trunks become faces,

branches reaching arms.

Shivering leaves fall in fear.

The giants move forward.

Just kill me now.

THE DEAD GAME

THE DEAD GAME CONTINUES — PRELUDE TO BOOK II

I must see if End House is still standing.  
I was there when the house was destroyed.  
When the evil creatures were dragged  
From the windows by our chanting   
And cast into the raging sea.

 

The house had disappeared before my eyes.  
But yet, one section had remained standing,  
Before becoming transparent,   
And then poof,
It was gone for good.

I’m on a mission to see if the house is truly gone.  
No one else happened to notice the shadowy section   
That had hovered and wavered until it dissolved.  
But I know it’s still there.  
I need to know.

The forest is quiet.  
I don’t hear birds chirping.  
I’m alone but I can feel eyes watching me.  
I should’ve parked closer to the house.
I don’t remember the path snaking around the trees.

Here’s the black fence with its spikes pointing upward.
Not a comfortable place for birds.  
How convenient, the gate is wide open.  
All I have to do is walk through the trees.
No gloomy house should be waiting for me. 

There is something up ahead.  
A large shadow in the mist.
It must be the pool. 
It can’t be.   
The house can’t be back.

I can see through it to the trees beyond.  
The sky is growing darker by the minute.  
The shadowy house is beginning to fade away.
It’s dissolving into the ground,  
Like it had done on that other fateful night. 

All that remains is a deep hole.  
Why did I come alone?
I don’t want to check out the hole.  
I don’t want to be here.
I’m leaving. 

Where did these heavy gusts of wind come from?
It was such a nice and balmy evening.
Now the winds are blowing their heads off.
  
The trees are thrashing their branches at me.  
They won’t let me leave. 

I’m being bounced from one tree to the next,  
Like a football being tossed around.  
“Stop it! Let me go!”  
They don’t listen to my cries.  
I believe they are laughing at me.
  
“Here’s that!” I jab my foot into a thick root.  
The tree stretches out its branch to swipe at me.  
“No please! Save me!” 
Too late.
I’m falling down the dark hole. 

I can’t grab hold of anything firm.
The sides are too slippery.

Rocks and dirt are falling on me.
I can’t stop myself from sliding down.  
This was such a bad idea. 

I’m falling too fast.
No light is coming from above.  
It’s just me and the darkness, my old friend.  
The darkness can’t save me now.  
Nothing can save me now. 

I feel dizzy.
I’m being twirled in circles by the wind.  
Round and round I go.  
Where I’ll stop, nobody knows.  
The silly things that enter your head at the end. 

I’ve hit rock bottom.   
I’m sore.  
My bottom hurts.  
And I don’t know  
Where the hell I am. 

THE DEAD GAME CONTINUES

PRELUDE TO BOOK II

THE DEAD WALK NO MORE

It calls to me.

It flickers.

It winks.

It watches.

It waits.

I must follow.

I must see.

Who goes there?

Walkers of the night.

Hiding in the dark.

Ready to pounce.

Once the sun sets.

I will be ready,

I will follow.

Uncover their identities.

Until The Dead

Walk no more.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE MIST

 

The mist follows me

through the dark forest.

It leaves cold fingerprints

on my shivering body.

The moon hides its face

from the evil below.

Stars lose their sparkle

as The Dead walk the night.

I must reach the town

before I become one of them.

Walkers of the night.

Demons of the first order.

THE DEAD GAME

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A GATE IN THE WOODS

A gate in the woods.

Majestic between the trees.

A doorway asking to be crossed.

A force pulls me to the other side.

Cold air tingles on my bare skin.

Grass crunches beneath my feet.

Sounds are magnified.

New smells stream through my nostrils.

I feel alive.

I feel strong.

I feel empowered.

I walk to meet The Dead.

I can sense their presence.

The night brings them forth.

I will meet them.

They will rule no more.

THE DEAD GAME

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Book 2 will determine their fate.

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Shackles of Green

 

Green grows deep in the forest.

Slithering up the tall trees.

Digging holes into the earth.

Beds of green wherever we turn.

The earth rumbles and quakes.

Yearning to free itself.

From the shackles of green. 

Tethered to its arms and legs.

Soon all is lathered in the lime color.

A mist of green encircles it all.

THE DEAD GAME

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