The moon shows its head.
It’s past time for bed.
It casts a yellow glow.
I can hear the winds blow.
Time for me to go inside.
There must be places to hide.
Until the morning light.
When the sun burns so bright.
NIGHT’S FACE
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BLOOD RUNS SMOOTH
Blood runs smooth
with inky determination.
Filling the ocean
with its crimson red.
It arrives with the tides
to our sandy shores.
Walking the streets of town
with the rise of the moon.
Leaving dead bodies behind
in the wake of its path.
Returning the next night
to sprinkle blood once more.
THE DEAD GAME
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LIGHTS FLICKER
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Lights flicker non-stop,
Bodies block my way.
Darkness shows the truth
Never seen by day.
Horror clogs my throat,
A weak cry creeps out.
“How did I get here?”
I run as I shout.
Arms reach for me.
They want me to stay.
I refuse to join
the games The Dead play.
THE DEAD GAME
HAMMOCK
Calming blue waters.
Soft white sand.
Reclining on a hammock.
Enjoying the sunshine.
The bright blue sky.
The quiet.
Until—
Darkness descends upon us.
The trade winds turn violent.
Sand flies in our faces.
Rooftops fly above our heads.
We make a mad dash to town.
The sun hides her face.
Lightning joins the winds.
Where to hide?
The Town Hall waits.
Its front door stands open.
Inside is dark and quiet.
What awaits us now?
Windows shatter.
Shrieks fill the rooms.
Shadows fly by the tall windows.
We’re doomed.
THE DEAD GAME
SCARY
(Source: melisica)
Shadows fill my room.
I’m going to swoon.
It looks like a woman.
But not at all human.
The town is scary.
It’s getting hairy.
Florida isn’t all fun.
Not a walk in the hot sun.
THE DEAD GAME
SUNSET
Cape Cod July 2013_-60 (by jackfrench)
Sunset brings the night,
With it dark shadows.
Hues of red fill the humid air,
Followed by high-pitched howls.
Residents hide behind locked doors,
As tourists huddle in their hotel.
The town waits deserted and quiet,
While the dark forest rumbles with music.
Dignitaries fly in from around the world,
Their limousines line the wooded paths.
Guests mingle and laugh in the glass house,
Where lifelike glass statues watch them.
Beneath it all lies an undercurrent.
One of evil and despair.
THE DEAD GAME
MASKED
(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 chandeliers.
Rainbows of light reflect off the walls.
The room enlarges to accommodate the dancers.
Until the clock strikes midnight.
The music stops.
The dancers stand still.
THE DEAD GAME
FOLLOW THE LIGHTS
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 be flowing until the wee hours.
Come with me and dance among the pretty flowers.
This room full of guests gives me a chill.
Maybe we should leave I’ve had my fill.
Eyes 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
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A COLD HELL
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Blackness beckons.
Fingers grab for me.
Teeth rip at me.
Fish beside me.
Laughter rains down.
The Dead below.
A cold hell for me.
I am lost.
THE DEAD GAME
NO SUN
The moon shines bright on us all.
It has made the sun’s face fall.
It takes over the night from now on.
No more heat from its favorite sun.
Oasis will exist in the dark.
It’s scary in this deserted park.
I must get home before it’s too late.
Before my fate is sealed on this date.
THE DEAD GAME
