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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
A doorway to hell and beyond.
And death, I don’t need to remind.
Twisted limbs beg your forgiveness
as they beckon for your presence.
The midnight dance has begun.
Come and join in on the fun.
THE DEAD GAME
A steep cliff lies before us.
End House looms behind.
We’ve endured.
A pool of blood.
Descending saws.
Wild animals.
The cliff looks safer.
Down we go.
THE DEAD GAME
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Shades of red fall from the sky,
They hit the ground in puddles of crimson.
Red falls from the darkening sky.
It covers the grass with its bright hue.
My face burns hot from its touch
as blood pumps faster through my heart.
The creatures track my desperate retreat
through the deserted woods.
I will be one with them all too soon.
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Who was the original vampire?
Most say it was Count Dracula,
who had unlimited power and charm.
Enough charm to lure followers
all the way to hell and beyond.
He had one descendant.
Where can he be found today?
Is he one of The Dead in Oasis, Florida?
Come and find out.
On a dare,
I came here.
Into a deserted house, I go.
I can’t see if there’s friend or foe.
Windows too dirty to see through the casement.
I’m taking the creaky steps to the basement.
Three empty coffins are in the light.
My heart almost stopped beating from fright.
This is much too creepy for me.
I hope one isn’t meant for me.
Unfortunately, the door was locked.
My only way out has been blocked.
Shadows are moving toward me from the rear.
Their elongated faces show no fear.
I believe I have well-played my last game.
The evil winner could have all the fame.
THE DEAD GAME
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“Should we knock on the door?
Is the house deserted?
Where is the party?”
They knock.
They open the door
and enter.
This was their first mistake.
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Chair
Down the rabbit hole we go.
Far down beneath the earth’s surface.
Where The Dead wait for their savior.
Arms extended.
Reaching for us.
Mouths held open in silent cries.
As we fall farther.
Deeper.
Past the point of no return.
THE DEAD GAME
Human Vampires to pass your days.
Vampires to fill your nights.
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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.
THE DEAD GAME
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