READ ME A TALE

 

 

Read me a tale, grandfather,

of battles and dead bodies.

Turn the pages, grandfather,

of the book of horrors.

Tell me more stories, grandfather,

of evil armies and sadness.

I will close my eyes, grandfather,

and wish the darkness away.

WELCOME THE NIGHT

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 be back tomorrow morning
So no need for any worrying.

THE DEAD COME ALIVE AT NIGHT

 

The hotel floor creaks.

I slowly turn around.

Where are The Dead freaks?

I hear no other sound.

 

The lights flicker.

Can the rumors be true?

I feel sicker.

The Dead will take me too.

 

I can see their faces.

Dark eyes stare at me

As they take their places.

I’ll never be free.

 

I run through the hall,

But I’m running in place.

I give up and fall.

A grin covers his face.

 

He leers at me.

Eyes glowing bright red.

A sight to see.

I won’t see my bed.

 

He lifts me in his arms.

We fly into the dark night.

I won’t fall for his charms.

The Dead come alive at night.

 

TIME TO PREY FOR THE DEAD

Prey for The Dead Book II

 

Darkness brings a pall to the streets.

A dread that can be felt by all.

It follows me with soft footsteps.

Growing closer behind me with each step.

 

I should have listened to my heart’s song.

Listened to reason and right from wrong.

I’m now trapped in this horror of despair.

Waiting for death to take me in his arms.

 

The shadows are growing larger.

Surrounding me from all sides.

There’s nowhere to run or hide.

I will stand strong against the tide.

 

The coldness wraps around me.

My hair drips icicles down my neck.

I shiver in dread of my future.

My future as queen of The Dead.