THE DARK STREETS OF TOWN

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“  Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre
”
Dark are the streets
By which they creep.
Silence is their goal.
Through the town, they go.
Bodies left behind,
Blood-dry we will find.
Church bells are tolling,
And heads are...

Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre

 

Dark are the streets

By which they creep.

Silence is their goal.

Through the town, they go.

Bodies left behind,

Blood-dry we will find.

Church bells are tolling,

And heads are rolling.

Flee from this we must

Before we are dust.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

AN OASIS FOR ME

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“ Infrared photo.
Wolni Lake in the North-West of Hamburg by Michi Lauke
”
An oasis for me
Under a purple tree.
Leaves fan my tired face
Far from the human race.
The view takes me away
Where the happy can play.
I close my heavy...

Infrared photo.
Wolni Lake in the North-West of Hamburg by Michi Lauke

 

An oasis for me

Under a purple tree.

Leaves fan my tired face

Far from the human race.

The view takes me away

Where the happy can play.

I close my heavy eyes

To shut out mankind’s lies.

 

THE DEAD GAME — BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3





 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE DEAD GAME — BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3 

Down the stairs, we go,
Down to the dark basement
Of End House.
What happened here 5 years ago?

A freak storm is what had happened.
The innocent family living here
Had disappeared into the raging waves
Of the Atlantic Ocean.

Now we are locked in its basement.
We’ve already made it through 
Swinging traps and circular saws.
No way for us but forward.

Three closed doors are standing before us. 
The horrors behind the first two doors 
Had almost killed us. 
Door number 3 is waiting.

We walk in.
It’s dark.
Cages on the walls hold wild animals
Behind the metal bars.

Mike walks in first.
His eyes roam the room,
Searching for a possible escape 
From this hell hole.

He turns around.
The animals are suddenly free 
And are moving closer.
He could feel his heart beating faster.

The animals are breathing down his neck,
Getting ready to pounce.
David calls out that
He’s found a door.

We are running down the stairs to the beach.
Flying creatures are swiping at us,
Trying to throw us into the ocean.
We stare down at the sharp rocks…

Their journey has only just begun. 

THE DEAD GAME

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THE WONDERFUL SEA

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“ Looking through Partition Arch in Arches National Park
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From here I can see
the wonderful sea.
I step through the door.
I stand at the shore.
Sand at my bare feet.
The sun shining heat.
But...

 

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Looking through Partition Arch in Arches National Park

 

From here I can see

the wonderful sea.

I step through the door.

I stand at the shore.

Sand at my bare feet.

The sun shining heat.

But the sun soon leaves,

and the ocean heaves.

Sharp bits of hail hit my face.

People run like in a race.

They shout for me to move.

I pick up their quick groove.

“The Dead are here for us,”

one tall man shouts to us,

“Run to the Town Hall

or the town will fall.”

THE DEAD GAME

 

THE SUN SHINES ALL DAY

ocean wallpaper

 

Come and swim with me
By the deep blue sea.
Where fish and dolphins play,
And the sun shines all day.

The ocean sparkles green and blue
Like a wrapped present just for you.
The soft sand is so white and clean.
Perfection has no in-between.

Oasis is perfect to get away.
It is the best place I can safely say.
Except for the desolate night
That might offer us a big fright.

Dark shadows come out from their homes.
The sun uncovers only bones.
What happens at night is a mystery
Along with Oasis’ long history.

Come and swim with me
By the deep blue sea.
Where fish and dolphins play,
And the sun shines all day.

THE DEAD GAME

LIGHTS FLICKER

 

 

 

Lights flicker non-stop,

Bodies block my way.

Darkness shows the truth

Never seen by day.

 

Horror clogs my throat,

A weak cry creeps out.

“How did I get here?”

I run as I shout.

 

Arms reach for me.

They want me to stay.

I refuse to join

the games The Dead play.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

 

SLEEPING BEAUTY

Glass figures adorn the house.
Quiet as a sleeping mouse.
Do they wake with the sun
To have some bit of fun?
This one is on a bed
With a hat on her head.
Were her eyes once brown?
Do they haunt the town?
I must get of this place.
I can still see her...

 

 

Glass figures adorn the house.

Quiet as a sleeping mouse.

Do they wake with the sun

To have some bit of fun?

This one is on a bed

With a hat on her head.

Were her eyes once brown?

Do they haunt the town?

I must get of this place.

I can still see her sad face.

She will haunt my nights.

So will the dead sights.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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NEW DAY

 

The waves are washing in.

But I can still see him.

He’s followed me here.

Must not let him get near.

He has returned from the dead.

I won’t let him in my bed.

He wants me for his queen.

With him I can’t be seen.

The tides are surely rising.

My mind is agonizing.

How will I manage to get away

Before the dawn of the new day?

THE DEAD GAME

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DAYDREAM

Water in waves of blue and green.
Nothing can be so clear and clean.
Sunshine beating down on my head.
I have made the soft sand my bed.
Palm trees fan the warm ocean air.
I can feel the breeze in my hair.
A place like this must exist.
A dream like...

 

 

Water in waves of blue and green.

Nothing can be so clear and clean.

Sunshine beating down on my head.

I have made the soft sand my bed.

Palm trees fan the warm ocean air.

I can feel the breeze in my hair.

A place like this must exist.

A dream like this I can’t resist.