Source:pumpkincrypt
Destiny calls my name.
It brings me to this house.
Others are here.
Trapped in their nightmares.
Prisoners of their minds.
Frozen in this hell.
We will not succumb.
We will not allow
Our fears to rule us.
DESTINY CALLS MY NAME
destiny
PETALS TO THE SKY
Smoke fills my lungs,
I stand strong.
Petals to the sky,
I fulfill my destiny.
Tears burn holes
never to be filled.
Demons in my soul
leave scars never repaired.
Each sigh forces a step back.
Each storm bends my stem a bit more.
I persevere through the rain,
the sleet,
the snow.
I yield to the sun and the moon.
I take what is given.
I replace when I’m able.
Though dry are my leaves,
I lift them to the sky.
Though parched are my lips,
I face the sun.
Smoke burns my eyes,
but I see clear.
I bow my head.
FIRES OF HELL
FIRES OF HELL
A hot sight to see.
Now part of the sea.
Gone the lush paradise
By a toss of the dice.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
YOUR DESTINY
Source:slobbering
Open the book.
Read the words.
Take the journey.
To worlds unknown.
To freedom of expression.
To your destiny.
SECRET ROOM
Take me to my own secret room.
Where I could escape from humanity.
Bury myself in words and phrases.
Cocooned in my haven of pages.
Letters as my company.
Sentences my best friends.
Books my destiny.
A MIST
At night he appears.
Coming from the sea.
A mist rising from below.
Has he come for me?
THE DEAD GAME
BURN WITCH BURN
Source:son-of-the-hell
Hand that to me.
I don’t want my future
controlled or predicted
by anyone or anything.
My destiny is my own.
Burn witch burn.
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 37
Run but you cannot hide.
Todd will be mine to find.
No light will shine today,
Only darkness to wield the day.
I wave my wand of lightning,
Bang my drums of thunder.
My mouth breathes puffs of fire,
My soul is pure black.
I come to you as a tornado,
Twisting in the wind,
Gathering force along the way
To strike with the arm of a god.
Your smell entices me.
It leads me to your side.
What was once human
Will soon be a follower of mine.
Linda might adore your sickly beauty,
A facade of a true vampire.
A mere human vampire is no match
For the perfect beauty of mine.
Stand back as I unleash my minions,
Who will crush you with pellets of hail,
Sharp bullets into your human heart,
A stampede of thrashing winds and fire.
Come to me to fulfill your destiny,
As one of my own army.
As a follower and not a competitor,
Leaving only one choice for you to make.
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN
THE DEAD GAME
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 20
What is reality?
And what is fantasy?
Should I run to the cold
Or go to the heat?
I shouldn’t have left the party.
Wolf stands under a tree.
His gaze leaves frosty trail-marks
On Linda’s shivering body.
The cold air holds her in its thrall.
“Come to me.”
Wolf walks forward,
Bringing cold summer nights with him,
Promises of snow-swept sunrises.
He stands frozen in place.
Her shoes dig into the icy cold grass,
Taking her closer to her destiny.
She can’t fight it any longer.
She has to give in to the night.
Wolf takes her into his arms.
“You are now mine,
My ice princess.”
His lips crush hers in a bruising kiss.
Hot flames burst around her.
Freezing rain washes them away.
Hot and cold feelings overwhelm her.
Each fighting for domination.
Am I ready for this?
Ready for the cold and the night?
Wolf’s black eyes lock into hers,
Assuring her,
Drawing her closer to him.
A snapped twig is followed by hot breath.
The ice melts off her.
Her heart pumps blood to her cold limbs.
She moves away from Wolf.
Todd’s arms envelope her with their warmth.
They encircle her with feelings of love.
“This is right.
This is my destiny.”
She smiles.
Wolf’s eyes turn hard and unrelenting.
He backs away from her.
“This battle is not finished”
Are his last words
Before he disappears into the night.
THE DEAD GAME
THE DEAD GAME — DAY 142
The surprises at Diane’s party kept coming and Linda didn’t know if she could handle any more of them. She was slowly losing control.
A little while later, Linda whispered to Todd, “Can I slip away to the powder room for a few moments? I’ll be right back.”
“Be careful to return quickly without any unnecessary stops to chat with anyone. We must leave undetected, and very soon.”
Linda walked quickly down a side hall to the women’s powder room. The dark corridor was deserted and quiet: the only sound was the click-clack of her high heels on the marble floors. She reached the empty powder room, where she washed her face.
In the mirror over the burnished gold sink, she noticed that her face appeared white and ashen, her eyes troubled. She doubted whether she could pull off the charade much longer of appearing calm and happy. The terror she felt inside was now being reflected in her face and even in the way she moved. Her voice had taken on a new quiver that she’d never noticed before. She composed herself as much as possible and returned to the party.
She was passing the empty tables by the tall windows when she felt her arm being tugged—very hard. Before she could react, she found herself being forcibly dragged through the open patio doors and onto the isolated garden path. She came face to face with the mighty Wolf and his trusted companion, Hayden. The grounds appeared to be deserted: the guests had already retreated from the gardens, leaving her all alone with the two wicked vampires.
Wolf glared at Hayden. “Please let go of her arm; we are not animals. We never force ourselves on women.”
“Chivalry among demons—I’m very impressed. Too bad your table manners and choice of dishes leave a lot to be desired,” said Linda. Her hatred of Wolf had just caused her to forget her low position in the food chain; she closed her mouth to stop herself from talking. In the future, she must remember that he was a vampire—the strongest one in the world—and that he could easily destroy her at any time.
