ONLY THE DEAD KNOW

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I WILL SURVIVE

 

 

Icy water surrounds me.
The cold pulls me deeper.

Deeper into the unknown,
I sink.

Waves tear at me,
dragging me far from shore.

I swim.
I tread water.

I hold my head high
Above water.

I will survive.

BURIED IN TIME

 

 

 

Secrets buried in the sand hold

hidden memories of lives gone by.

Unearthed remains tell a story.

Dug up pottery paint a picture.

Lives in the past merge with the future.

Differences become insignificant.

Time becomes transient.

The cycle begins again.

Days flow into weeks.

Weeks into years.

Years to centuries.

Centuries fly by.

Nothing is new.

The cycle continues.

Our past becomes our future.

Until the sands of time bury our existence.

Then our future becomes our past.

And the cycle begins again.

THE OTHER SIDE

 

 

 

THE OTHER SIDE

 

What’s on the other side?

Don’t be afraid or hide.

What will you see?

Will you be free?

 

Color replaces black,

But watch your friend’s back.

Night creatures out for fun

In the Florida sun.

 

Mansions to explore.

Parties and much more.

One step at a time.

And follow this rhyme.

 

And soon you will be there.

Who knew it was so near?

 

THE DEAD GAME

THE HOUSE STANDS ALONE

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Cliff House and Seal Rocks by Moonlight, San Francisco, c 1900.

 

 

The waves dance in fury,

hitting the sharp rocks.

The house towers above,

glaring at intruders.

Death to anyone

who dare to violate its shores.

THE DEAD GAME

GREEN

 

 

The hallway waits.

It beckons.

A green light shows the way.

Closed doors on either side.

Cries fill the air.

A coldness descends.

Then total silence.

I inch forward.

I peer into a room.

A wheelchair sits empty.

Voices.

I step into the hallway

and follow the sounds.

The door at the end stands open.

Surgeons stand around a table.

They turn and smile at me.

They fade from sight.

Then I’m on the table.

Doctors stand above me.

I must escape.

A scalpel descends.

Too late.

THE BLOOD MOON

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The blood moon is here.

It’s come for me.

Be sure to take care.

It’s come for you.

Red flies through the air.

It’s come for the town.

I can smell the fear.

Come with me, my dear.

THE DEAD GAME

BLACK AS NIGHT

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Black as night.
Dark as death.
The evil one has come
For me this night.

His eyes shine in the dark.
He sees me and much more.
He walks the earth.
At night he’s the lore.

I cannot run.
I cannot hide.
He knows my secrets.
He knows where I hide.

The roses are wilting.
They crumble in despair.
No colors to lighten their mood.
Only black as they tear.

No footsteps hit the ground.
He walks with the wind.
His body whispers past me.
Chilly fingers brush my face.

He has me in his arms.
We take flight with the stars.
The man in the moon winks.
He takes delight in our games.

I close my eyes in defeat.
He has won yet again.
Cold lips crush mine
As I yield to his touch.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

A BEAUTIFUL GAZEBO

 

A beautiful gazebo.

Perfect for a wedding.

Fantasy comes to life.

Until the night.

Robed figures circle.

A noose hangs within.

It’s slipped around my neck.

I can’t move.

The figures circle faster.

The winds pick up speed.

I’m hanging.

Watching my life drift away.

A beautiful gazebo.