LOST IN TIME

 

 

 

Once regal.

Once opulent.

Dancing in the moonlight.

Beneath crystal chandeliers.

Now crumbling.

Soon to be dust.

Moments lost in time.

Never heard from again.

A place of desolation.

Stairs leading to nowhere.

For no one.

THE HOUSE

 

 

The house sits alone.

Shutters hang broken.

Furniture upended.

Shattered pictures.

Shattered dreams.

Open the door.

Climb the battered staircase.

A house ravaged by a storm.

A savage storm that hit only this house.

I hear a creak on the stairs.

A sigh from within the walls.

A cry from the basement.

They’re back.

THE DEAD GAME

A DARK DESTINY

IN THE DARKNESS

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Who sits there in the darkness?

No movement in the blackness.

As still as a fox waiting to pounce.

No hint of a ruffle or a flounce.

 

A soft sigh can be heard in the air.

Are those slithering snakes in her hair?

Shadows float amid the circling dust.

The walls trickle with blood or maybe rust.

 

The ghostly form stands tall to meet us.

She can be the hostess to greet us.

A deserted house this seems to be.

She hovers over us like a tree.

 

We stand alone in this bleak hall.

There won’t be dancing at this ball.

The candles flicker and go out.

I want to pull my hair and shout.

 

Time to leave this creepy place.

We must quicken our slow pace.

But since this is a horror story,

We will not be leaving with glory.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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