RED

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Hues of red fill the humid air.

The residents hide behind closed doors.

The tourists huddle in fear at the hotel.

The town waits deserted and quiet.

The woods rumble with music.

Dignitaries visit from around the world.

Limousines line the paths to the glass house,

Where guests fill the dance floor.

Linda watches them laugh and drink.

An undercurrent lies beneath the gaiety.

As if evil waits to raise its ugly head.

The Dead Game has begun.

THE DEAD GAME

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GONE FOR GOOD

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A fog rolls into town,

blanketing the streets.

A silence descends

as night takes over.

A crow watches

and waits.

The moon rises

with the creatures.

Shadows walk softly,

leaving no footsteps behind.

A trail of dead bodies 

lie scattered In their wake.

The sun opens one eye,

afraid to see the damage.

But it must rise

and shed its light.

A burden the residents

of Oasis must bear.

In silence.

In secrecy.

Until The Dead 

are gone for good.

THE DEAD GAME

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RISING FROM THE DEEP

 

 

From under the sea

they have come for me.

 

Rising from the deep

they come when I sleep.

 

Through the small town, they roam

looking for a new home.

 

Blending with tourists at day,

but at night they get to play.

 

Blood-thirsty as they are,

they don’t have to go far.

 

They take sustenance within reach,

leaving dead bodies on the beach.

 

Tourists flee the hotel

before they’re doomed to hell.

 

The evil one walks tall.

Our town will surely fall.

 

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THE MIGHTY SPELL

Mare (live in Kraków)

 

A spot of evil.

A dash of hell.

A flicker of candlelight.

A skull or two.

Are you prepared

To fight The Dead?

Don’t forget your spell book.

A mighty spell can take them down.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE ICE HOUSE

 

 

 

The dance floor is full.

The guests twirl between statues.

Sad expressions etched into faces.

Tears flow down frosty cheeks.

An undercurrent of evil lies

beneath the music and gaiety.

Time to leave the perfect guests

and the frozen smiles.

Time to escape if one can.

THE DEAD GAME 

BOOK TWO

 

 

I hear the birds in the trees

singing in the warm breeze.

They know who will soon come

to the beat of the drum.

Wolf is back in book two.

He can be me or you

in another body.

He will be somebody

we all know from book one.

He’ll still be The Dead one.

Come and join us in the game.

I promise it won’t be lame. 

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

A MIST

 

The mist follows me,

greedy fingers around my neck, 

stalking my footsteps.

It takes form

and whisks me away

to the tunnels below.

Smoke fills my lungs.

It travels down my throat,

filling me with darkness

and evil.

THE DEAD GAME

ANGELS BELOW

 

 

I must escape this hell.

where The Dead trap me,

try to snare me

with their evil ways.

I must find a way out

of this dungeon

to the world above.

The angels will show the way.

Angels above,

angels below, 

please help me.

THE DEAD GAME

GINGERBREAD HOUSE

 

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.

THE DEAD GAME