WALK ALONE

I walk alone at night
when the moon is full height.
The sky black as tar,
but I won’t walk far.
I search for the shadow
on a road so narrow.
I want to see who he’s become;
The Dead leader, the evil one.
THE DEAD...

 

I walk alone at night

when the moon is full height.

The sky black as tar,

but I won’t walk far.

I search for the shadow

on a road so narrow.

I want to see who he’s become;

The Dead leader, the evil one.

THE DEAD GAME

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DARK AS THE NIGHT

HIDDEN

I walk with the living at day,

They do not hear a word I say.

They believe I’m alive like them,

But I’m stronger than any men.

I run like the wind past the trees,

Fly through the sky faster than bees.

My true self is hidden away,

I might be a little fey.

At night I walk with others,

They’re close to me like brothers.

Whom am I? you might ask.

I might take you to task.

Take care not to open that door,

You’ll be in hell forever more,

 

THE DEAD GAME

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HOTTER THAN HELL

 

Hotter than hell is their playground.

Beneath layers of rocks and dirt.

They wait for their day of salvation.

When they can ride in the storm.

They grow impatient for the invasion.

The end of life as we know it.

I can hear their cries blowing in the wind.

The whispers brought forth from below.

It’s time for us to gather ammunition.

Before our poor town is nothing at all.

 

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HOUSE OF ICE

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“ Ice Hotel, Quebec
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A house of ice.
Sounds too nice?
It might be.
It’s next to the sea.
Ice statues populate the place.
Just don’t look into their face.
Tales of horror fall from their lips.
Better run away from all this.
THE DEAD...

 

A house of ice.

Sounds too nice?

It might be.

It’s next to the sea.

Ice statues populate the place.

Just don’t look into their face.

Tales of horror fall from their lips.

Better run away from all this.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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TO HELL AND BACK

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    The night holds you so tight.

    You must not fear or fight.

    You belong to us now.

    I say this with a bow.

    You will follow us to hell.

    As we ring the nightly bell.

    Our servants you will be.

    You’ll never be set free.

    The town belongs to us.

    No reason for a fuss.

    The Dead are here to stay.

    Come with us and play.

    THE DEAD GAME 

     

A DOOR

 

 

A door among many others.

A family like all the others.

Eating at the dinner table.

Drinking wine.

Laughing.

But something is off.

The wine is blood.

The dessert are fingers.

A family not like the others.

THE DEAD GAME

DEAD GAMES

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DEAD GAMES TO PLAY

Let’s have some fun.

The game is on.

Too late to run

From The Dead Game.

 

Keep your eyes open wide

As the darkness surrounds.

There is no place to hide

In this small town of ours.

 

Maybe some hide and seek.

A deck of cards or two.

I might give you a peek

At the games we will play.

 

Come one, come all,

The Dead now chant.

To our town hall,

Cursing who can’t.

 

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THE WITCHING HOUR

It’s the witching hour

 

Welcome the witching hour.

We can use their power.

Witches are good for Oasis.

I know them on first-name basis.

They might rid The Dead from here.

I cannot promise or swear.

They can cast spells to kill The Dead.

Better than hiding in your bed.

They are walking down the road.

No resemblance to a toad.

Beautiful they are all.

This night the town will fall.

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MY TRUE LOVE

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A demon from hell.

Is this Wolf?

Who loved me so well.

My one evil love.

 

I miss him dearly.

My life in ruins.

You can see clearly

The evil inside.

 

I bow down my head.

I say a prayer.

He has made his bed.

For eternity.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

MIDNIGHT AT THE OASIS

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Nosferatu (1922)

 

The clock chimes twelve midnight. 

Time stands still.

The music stops.

Dancers freeze in place.

All is quiet.

Twelve chimes.

The dancing and music resume.

No time is lost.

The Dead have assumed control.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

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