RISING FROM THE DEEP

 

 

From under the sea

they have come for me.

 

Rising from the deep

they come when I sleep.

 

Through the small town, they roam

looking for a new home.

 

Blending with tourists at day,

but at night they get to play.

 

Blood-thirsty as they are,

they don’t have to go far.

 

They take sustenance within reach,

leaving dead bodies on the beach.

 

Tourists flee the hotel

before they’re doomed to hell.

 

The evil one walks tall.

Our town will surely fall.

 

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DARK ARE THE STREETS

Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre

 

 

Dark are the streets

By which they creep.

Silence is their goal.

Through the town, they go.

Bodies left behind,

Blood-dry we will find.

Church bells are tolling,

And heads are rolling.

Flee from this we must

Before we are dust.

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DEADLY SINS

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It comes with the sea

Following me to shore

Through the undead woods

And under the door.

A life of its own

Living in the house

In this coastal town

Alive from within.

Filled with dead bodies

And untold deadly sin.

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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.

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GINGERBREAD HOUSE

 

A gingerbread house so quaint.

Disguised with colorful paint.

An evil group lives here.

And our town is so near.

They are Watchers for The Dead.

I’m afraid to go to bed.

Come and take a quick look

Or you can read my book.

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WE’RE HERE

WE’RE HERE
A walk through the cemetery.
Darkness is my friend.
The moon my buddy.
The stars keep me company.
“Who goes there?”
I hear in the distance.
Is that the night watchman?
Has he seen somebody?
Should I continue walking?
All is quiet.
The mist...

 

WE’RE HERE

A walk through the cemetery.
Darkness is my friend.
The moon my best buddy.
Shining stars to keep me company.

“Who goes there?”
A voice calls in the distance.
Is that the night watchman?
Has he seen somebody?

Should I continue walking?
All is quiet.
The mist moves.
It parts, and I can see—

What is that?
Skeletons are rising from graves.
And I can hear the music.
They are dancing to the beat.

Skulls are swiveling.
Bony feet are tapping.
Who knew a cemetery
could be such fun?

TIME KILLS

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Time kills.

The Dead kill.

They play no favorites.

We all become victims.

Prey for their games.

Cages will entrap us.

Lost in a maze of rooms.

Welcome.

 

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A WALK IN THE CEMETERY

The Valley Cemetery | GarettPhotography

 

A walk in the cemetery.

Not the right place to be merry.

Dark shadows creep in

As dark as their sin.

Wings flap around me.

I’m cold as can be.

A brief tap on my shoulder.

I run to the boulder.

“No one is here,”

I say in fear.

But footsteps, I do hear

Echo as they draw near.

“Oh no, they have found me.”

A fresh grave waits for me.

THE DEAD AND GONE

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THE DEAD AND GONE

A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.

Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.

Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.

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BE STILL MY BEATING HEART

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BE STILL MY BEATING HEART
Can you feel your heart beating?
Is it beating too fast?
Do you feel trapped?
That is because you are.
You’re standing in a pool of water,
in the basement of End House,
wearing your party...

 

blackoutraven   Kingdom Hearts

 

BE STILL MY BEATING HEART

Can you feel your heart beating?

Is it beating too fast?

Do you feel trapped?

That is because you are.

You’re standing in a pool of water,

in the basement of End House,

wearing your party clothes.

There is a party,

but no host or guests.

The door behind you locks shut.

The only way is forward,

through the falling cages

with their sharp edges,

ready to ensnare their next victim.

Circular saws begin to descend,

looking for heads to slice off.

Run!

Run for your life!

The owner of End House takes no prisoners.

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