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I walk in the dark woods.
Soft cries fill my ears.
The same cries of my nightmares.
I know what waits for me in the forest.
Goosebumps riddle my chilled flesh.
The evil one calls to me.
My heart beats to his drum.
He wants me to join him.
He plays for keeps.
I will go now
and face the devil.
THE DEAD GAME
A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.
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HE HAS COME FOR ME
Do my eyes deceive me?
Can this be true?
A creature is stalking me
Through the dark streets.
Eyes black as night,
Cries as soft as the wind,
Sharp claws tapping a sad melody.
It draws closer to me still.
The mansion’s gates yawn open.
My feet leave tracks in the mud,
Handprints where I fall in my haste.
Salty tears splash on the rocks.
The mansion waits in its dark glory
For the innocent and weary.
It sheds its shell like a caterpillar,
But no butterfly does it become.
The creature gains ground,
A stalker in its feline prance.
Whiskers pointed to the wind,
Skulking closer to me.
One last stumble for me
As my knees graze the rocks.
My fingers climb the steps,
Digging deep into the dirt.
I turn one last time.
The dark one stands up,
Reaching its full height.
On two feet it stands tall.
Yellow eyes glisten in the dark,
No whiskers to follow my scent.
White skin for black fur,
Laughter falls from his lips.
He has come for me,
Walking on muscled legs.
Sure and strong is his gait
For no more does he crawl.
“Come to me!” he says.
“No more games for us to play.”
His hand reaches for mine
As I back away from his touch.
“I refuse to belong to you.”
My voice shakes in despair.
I will not follow him
To the land of beyond.
The house swallows me whole.
A maze of rooms for shelter,
I am hidden inside its walls.
Darkness shields me from harm.
THE DEAD GAME
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.
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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,
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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.
THE DEAD GAME
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.
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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.
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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.
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