THE HALLWAY

Green Hallway

The hallway awaits.

It beckons.

It calls.

Doors line either side.

Shrill cries fill the air.

Cold creeps into my bones.

Then silence descends.

peek into the first room.

Empty wheelchairs face me.

Except for one.

It turns, rolls to me,

then stops.

I freeze.

The lights flash.

A table appears at the far wall.

A bright surgical light hangs above.

The men in white coats face me.

I open my mouth to scream.

I’m strapped to the table.

The men in white peer at me.

A drill whirls next to my ear.

I struggle against the thick straps.

The room goes black.

WELCOME THE NIGHT


Welcome the night

And its friend, the moon.
Don’t take flight
From the man in the moon.

Let the moon take over

From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover
Without hesitation or pain.

A thick blanket will fall,

Covering the earth with security.
Darkness will cover all
With its grace and purity.

The stars will twinkle and shine.

For the sun, do not pine.
It will return tomorrow morning
With no need for any worrying.

MOONLIT FOREST

Walk with me through the moonlit forest.

Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,

Never touching the ground,

Held aloft by our love and passion.

Follow me through the endless night

To a land where no man walks.

Only creatures as dark as the sky

Dare to venture forth alone.

Love has no bounds or shackles.

We will be free to display our passion,

Without retribution from humanity,

As long as you remain mine.

Come with me, my ice princess.

Step award from the burning plains,

Where the heat burns your soles,

And love is hampered by the living.

Wolf extends his hand to me.

The words flow from him,

His lips never uttering a sound,

But his meaning is as clear as can be.

We can be together forevermore.

But the other has followed us to the clearing.

He will try to take me back,

And never release his hold.

His eyes burn red with passion.

Fire follows his footsteps,

Scorching a trail through the grass,

Melting his enemy’s cold trail.

They face each other.

Hot and cold from opposite poles,

Dueling until the end of time,

Both fighting for me.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

A DARK STORY

I’ll read you a story.

It might be too gory

for you to understand,

but I’ll give you a hand.

A blight falls on a town

that will cause you to frown.

A place of evil creatures

with dark and creepy features.

Dark shadows walk the night,

giving tourists a fright.

Florida is a scary place.

I will quicken this poem’s pace.

There’s no reason to fear.

The end is now near.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE ECHO OF FOOTSTEPS

Night comes slowly.

Footsteps fall softly.

Boats drift on the water.

A cat meows.

Footsteps hit closer.

Noise by the garbage can.

A splash in the water.

Footsteps echo louder.

An oar hits the water.

Chains rattle.

More steps.

I turn.

A flash of light.

Footsteps halt.

A boat sits in the dark water,

Filled with flowers

And my true love.

THEY EXIST

Of course, they do.

Who else keeps you awake at night?

Who haunts your nightmares?

Your mother-in-law?

No.

It’s The Dead.

They walk the streets of Oasis.

They take their victims with stealth and finesse.

Find them in THE DEAD GAME SERIES.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

TIMES HARD TO BEAR

A town where the snow is black,

bringing coldness & fear.

Old remnants of tears held back

& times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,

fear covers in disarray.

Anguished & frozen with pain,

dark petals fall in dismay.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

WELCOME TO OUR WORLD

Welcome to our world.

Our haven from light.

A world of darkness.

We’re hidden from sight.

Dance with us tonight.

Come with us and play.

Music soothes the soul.

Dawn won’t have its say.

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TIME STANDS STILL

The Dead arrive

in the dark of night.

Time stands still.

Birds take flight.

I’ve had my fill

of demons in the night.

THE DEAD GAME

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SNOW IS BLACK

A town where the snow is black,

bringing coldness & fear.

Old remnants of tears held back,

and times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,

fear covers in disarray.

Anguished & frozen with pain,

dark petals fall in dismay.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES