SIREN’S CALL

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I walk alone each night.
The wind moans and howls,
but no one calls my name.
I walk alone each night,
waiting for the siren’s call.
But no one calls my name.

 

passium:

vintage blog

 

I walk alone each night.

The wind moans and howls,

but no one calls my name.

I walk alone each night,

waiting for the siren’s call.

But no one calls my name.

 

 

DEATH BECOMES YOU

Your eyes have a red hue,

but death still becomes you.

♦

THE DEAD GAME

♦

ALONE IN THE DARK


 

 

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Who sits and waits in the darkness?

There is no movement in the blackness.

As still as a fox waiting to pounce,

No hint of a ruffle or a flounce.

 

A soft sigh can be heard in the air.

Are those slithering snakes in her hair?

Shadows shift through the circling dust

As the walls trickle with blood or rust.

 

The ghostly form stands tall to meet us.

She can be the hostess to greet us.

A deserted house this seems to be.

She hovers over us like a tree.

 

We stand alone in this bleak hall.

There won’t be dancing at this ball.

This was a silly lark.

Then the candles go dark.

 

Time to leave this creepy place.

We must quicken our snail’s pace.

But since this is a horror story,

We will not be leaving with glory.

ANOTHER NIGHT

park bench

Source: softwaring

 

Take a seat in the park.

A shadow passes.

More shadows follow.

They circle a gazebo.

The shadows take form.

Humans in hooded robes.

A woman hangs from a noose.

They circle faster.

The wind follows in their wake.

Cries fill the night.

Then silence.

The gazebo stands empty.

Another night in Oasis, Florida.

 

THE DEAD GAME

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

halftimeprincess: Art by Augusto Peixoto @ IrondoomDesign DEVIANTART
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...

 

halftimeprincess: Art by Augusto Peixoto @ IrondoomDesign DEVIANTART

 

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 flow until the wee hours.

Come with me and dance among the flowers.

This room full of guests gives me a chill.

Maybe we should leave, I’ve had my fill.

 

Stares follow us in the room.

They’ll be upon us too soon.

The guests are not what they appear.

Beneath, they are just bones and hair.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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MIDNIGHT BLUE

blue night

 

Darkness enters my room 

in shades of midnight blue.

 

It breathes its cold breath

on my warm, sleeping face.

 

It wakes me from a dream

of blue cascading waves.

 

Instead, I am faced with the dark

and a hollow feeling inside.

 

Who opened my window?

Who let in the dark?