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
Put on your mask.
Dress in your gown.
Step into your party shoes.
The dance is about to begin.
Music fills the mirrored room.
The band picks up the beat.
Dancers swirl under glowing chandeliers.
Rainbows of light reflect off the walls.
The room enlarges to accommodate the dancers.
The clock strikes midnight.
The music stops.
The dancers stand still.
The Dead Game has begun.
THE DEAD GAME
A steep cliff lies before us.
End House looms behind.
We’ve endured.
A pool of blood.
Descending saws.
Wild animals.
The cliff looks safer.
Down we go.
THE DEAD GAME
The waves are churning.
My face is burning.
What’s coming for me?
I don’t want to see.
It rises from the deep
when all are fast asleep.
The Dead come ashore.
For me, they’ve come for.
There’s nowhere to run or hide.
I refuse to take their side.
The Dead will not win.
They’re dripping with sin.
THE DEAD GAME
The sun sets for the night.
The Dead rise up.
Time to run
before it’s too late.
The Dead take no prisoners.
The Dead Game
A ride to hell and back.
I will sit in the back.
We fly through the night air.
Sound barriers we tear.
Demons fly by our side.
I have nowhere to hide.
They take us to their lair.
I’m pulled hard by my hair.
Life is over for me.
I’ll never be set free.
The candle flickers.
The music plays softly.
In an empty house.
The piano keys pound faster.
The wind screams louder.
The games are about to begin.
THE DEAD GAME
Step into my world
of vampires and witches.
Demons who walk the nights.
The door waits for you.
Step through to the other side.
Visit a dimension not known by man,
Where dreams become reality
And horror replaces the mundane.
Welcome to The Dead Game.
Your dreams will soon be ours.
THE DEAD GAME
Michail Satarov, Towards the Light.
The candle flickers.
It melts.
Dripping wax.
A pathway of heat
For The Dead to follow.
As they reach up
From hell below.
Rising stronger.
Hotter.
Deadlier.
THE DEAD GAME
Will Wolf return to Oasis, Florida?
We’ve missed him.
His good looks.
Charming personality.
Deadly ways.
Will he arrive as a bat
Or maybe as a wolf?
He can even take the place
Of one of our own.
Will his appetite be as fierce?
His passions as strong?
So many questions
Waiting to be answered
In BOOK 2 of THE DEAD GAME.
