PAST THE POINT OF NO RETURN

Down the rabbit hole we go,

Far 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

MY HEART’S SONG

Darkness brings a pall to town.

I turn around with a frown.

Soft footsteps echo on the street,

I know whom I’m destined to meet.

I should have listened to my heart’s song,

Listened to reason and right from wrong.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

WELCOME TO OUR WORLD

Welcome to our world.

Our haven from light.

A world of darkness.

We’re hidden from sight.

Dance with us tonight.

Come with us and play.

Music soothes the soul.

Dawn won’t have its say.

THE DEAD GAME

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FOOTSTEPS FOLLOW ME

They appear in front of me

and then behind me.

Am I being followed,

or led down an evil path?

THE DEAD GAME

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FROZEN IN FEAR

Sad expressions for eternity on frozen faces.

Actual tears mark their frosty cheeks.

Beneath the music and gaiety, lies an undercurrent of evil.

Snowflake

THE DEAD GAME

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TIME STANDS STILL

The Dead arrive

in the dark of night.

Time stands still.

Birds take flight.

I’ve had my fill

of demons in the night.

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SILENCE REIGNS SUPREME

Silence reigns supreme.

The sun hides its face.

Palm trees shake their leaves.

Winds quicken their pace.

The hotel stands deserted.

Flapping sounds fill the air.

Dark shadows join the fray

beneath his icy stare.

THE DEAD GAME

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I AM WOLF

My cold fingers will run down her hot body.
She will wake to the sight of my glowing eyes.
She will experience passion not human.
And she will yearn for much more.
The dark prince will take her in his arms
And place her on his black steed.
I am Wolf.

THE DEAD GAME
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SNOW IS BLACK

A town where the snow is black,

bringing coldness & fear.

Old remnants of tears held back,

and times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,

fear covers in disarray.

Anguished & frozen with pain,

dark petals fall in dismay.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

RUN LIKE THE WIND

Run as the lounge chairs sail through the air.

Run as if death follows at your heels.

Run until you can’t anymore.

Run or this town will fall.

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