LOST IN TIME

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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.

DEAFENING SILENCE

Desolate.
Alone.
Stark.
Cold.
Empty.
Sitting on a hill.
No houses nearby.
Only the comfort
of a bare tree.
The wind rattles
through my open beams.
Snow drifts in from my roof.
No peace.
Only cold.
And deafening silence.
Will it always be so?
Will the sun shine ever again?
Will horses return to my stables?
I could only wait and hope.

TIMES GONE BY

 

 

TIMES GONE BY

Once regal.

Once opulent.

Dancing under crystal chandeliers.

Parties until morning.

Now crumbling.

Falling apart.

Soon to be dust in the wind.

Moments in history.

Never to be heard from again.

A place of desolation.

Of times gone by.

Staircase buried under bricks.

Stairs to nowhere.

For no one.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 14

The Dead Game has ended.
Has another one just begun?
Mysteries have been solved.
Villains sought and found.
But too many questions remain unanswered.

The sunshine calls to Linda
Like never before.
Tired of the dark,
She leaves the cave behind.

The day has lengthened.
Sunbathers now dot the beach.
Bodies glisten in the sun,
Innocently exposing their white limbs.

Who will be alive tomorrow?
Will red be added to the white?
Another dead body come morning light.
Innocent no longer.

The palm trees wave in the soft breeze.
Traitors in the moonlight,
Holding us captive in their grasp.
Minions of the high and mighty.

All traitors to the night.
The moonlight conceals their activities.
The winds attack their victims.
And the rains wash away all evidence.

If nature can’t fight The Dead,
Then how can I?
Will I be alive come morning?
Only time will tell.

That is, only if it wants to.

THE DEAD GAME

Stay tuned for further adventures.