A BLUE MIDNIGHT

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

 

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THE END

blackoutraven:  gennaio  Just when you think it’s safe to step out from your bedroom. When the howling and chanting have finally subsided. When all is quiet. You put your foot down, and then you realize that all is not over. THE END

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gennaio

Just when you think it’s safe

to step out from your bedroom.

When the howling and chanting

have finally subsided.

When all is quiet.

You put your foot down,

and then you realize that

all is not over.

THE END

THE END FOR ME

The dark woods keeps them hidden.
I know that I’m forbidden
From walking this way.
I must get away.
I hear them moving through the trees.
Let me get away from them, please.
The footsteps are getting louder.
The moon is now high and rounder.
The end...

The dark woods keeps them hidden.
I know that I’m forbidden
From walking this way.
I must get away.
I hear them moving through the trees.
Let me get away from them, please.
The footsteps are getting louder.
The moon is now high and rounder.
The end...

 

The dark woods keeps them hidden.
I know that I’m forbidden
From walking this way.
I must get away.

I hear them moving through the trees.
Let me get away from them, please.
The footsteps are getting louder.
The moon is now high and rounder.

The end for me and the town is near.
A crystal ball I don’t need to peer.
My head bowed and on a bended knee.
And this will still not end well for me.

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A MIST

 

The mist follows me,

greedy fingers around my neck, 

stalking my footsteps.

It takes form

and whisks me away

to the tunnels below.

Smoke fills my lungs.

It travels down my throat,

filling me with darkness

and evil.

THE DEAD GAME

A COMPLICATED NIGHT

Plumbers and Gasfitters Employees’ Union Building, Melbourne, Graeme Gunn, 1968-71.

 

A COMPLICATED NIGHT

The street lights refuse to glow on this dark night,

adding to my increasing shivers and fright.

I should not have agreed to come here

in darkness crippling me with fear.

 

Through the lit window, I spot a figure.

The shadow moves closer and grows bigger.

My hand lifts to grasp the railing,

then both my arms are flailing.

 

A bullet has grazed my left shoulder,

leaving the pain behind to smolder.

My right-hand reaches across to staunch the blood

as I turn to flee before my tears can flood.

 

I zigzag through the deserted streets of the town,

all the while praying that no others are around.

Life of a spy is not an easy one,

like a roller coaster without the fun.

 

Straight ahead stands another figure.

He signals for me not to linger.

My partner opens the passenger door for me.

I am on my way to get out of this scot-free.

TO HEAL A WITCH

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Or so they say.

I follow them into the woods

to the house waiting in the distance.

They roam at night

under the full moon.

The Dead walk among them,

or so we are told.

THE DEAD GAME

BENEATH THE CYPRESS TREE

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Evil waits for you and me

beneath the tall cypress tree.

It comes in the dark of night,

won’t leave without a good fright.

The mausoleum is dark.

We only came on a lark.

Time for us to run and go.

The wind says, “I don’t think so.”

 

THE DEAD GAME

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NIGHT FALLS

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Rising from down under.

Below our calm waters.

Beneath our heavenly paradise.

They come to our shore.

Dark shadows on the soft breeze.

Leaving dead bodies on the sand.

Disappearing with the morning light.

Until night falls once more.

THE DEAD GAME

GOODNIGHT MOON

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All is pitch black

Until the moon finds us,

Hidden on this branch.

It hits us with its spotlight,

Blind us with its glow,

Reveals us to the night.

All we want is darkness,

Respite from the sun,

Sleep for the weary.

Goodnight moon.