Not so easy to kill The Dead.
A knife through the eye
won’t weaken them.
A drink of poison
won’t stop them.
Let’s add sunlight,
a sore spot for them.
A beheading for dinner
will slash them dead.
A witch’s spell
might do the trick.
Choose your weapon wisely
for The Dead are hard to kill.
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Rising from the deep,
caressed by the moon.
Chest heaving.
Red eyes gleaming,
facing the shore.
Arms of steel
part the waves.
Muscular legs
pump the sand.
Head tilted back
to give a mighty roar.
A beauty to behold.
A deadly presence to face.
Pounding footsteps
follow close behind.
Eating up the miles to town,
where Oasis will stand no more.
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I open my eyes
and to my surprise,
I’m at a carnival.
I’m chased into a tent.
My reflections surround me
on all sides.
I touch a mirror.
My hand flows through,
my body soon follows.
I’m in a dark basement.
The floor begins to turn.
I hear laughter,
“I’m back.”
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Review it.
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WALK IN SHADOW
He walks in shadow.
Blending with the night.
Stalking his victims.
Lighter than air.
Floating in the mist.
Never seen.
Never caught.
Leaving death behind.
Come out to the light.
I know you can’t.
I know what you are.
Creature of the night.
Come to me.
Your time on earth will soon end.
Come out of the shadows.
And face me.
All will know what you are.
The leader of The Dead.
Your time is at an end.
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Light the candles.
Follow me through
the empty corridors,
Past dark rooms,
Down a long flight of stairs
To the dungeons below,
Where shadows await us.
A pool of water appears.
Cages descend from above,
Pointy edges facing down.
Circular saws soon follow.
What kind of hell are we in?
Come closer to find out.
The Dead love to play.
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A lamp post stands
in the forest.
Deserted woods
except for mist.
A wolf howls
in the distance.
A cold breeze hits me.
Is this a nightmare?
The rocks beneath my bare feet
feel hard and pointy.
Why am I barefooted?
And why am I dressed in
a nightgown?
A light flickers
in the lamp post.
I might not be alone.
I should run.
I can’t.
The end is near.
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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.
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A gingerbread house so quaint.
Disguised with colorful paint.
An evil group lives here.
And our town is so near.
They are Watchers for The Dead.
I’m afraid to go to bed.
Come and take a quick look.
Or you can read my book.
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Lost in a field of daisies.
Falling between the stalks.
Covered by their leaves.
Pulled down by their roots.
Darkness buries me.
Dirt envelopes me.
Illusion becomes reality.
A nightmare becomes hell.
No way out for me.
Only the faces of daisies.
THE DEAD love their games.
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