SHE HAUNTS ME

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...

 

(Source: una-lady-italiana)

 

Glass figures adorn the house.

Quiet as a sleeping mouse.

Do they wake with the sun

To have some bit of fun?

Were her eyes once brown?

Do they haunt the town?

I must leave this place.

I can see her face.

She will haunt my nights.

So will the dead sights.

THE DEAD GAME

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BLOODTHIRSTY DEMONS

 

 

Grim reaper stands over me,

Where The Dead have come to be.

Blood won’t be my drink of choice,

Not if I have any voice.

I will go down with a fight.

I refuse to take a bite.

No bloodthirsty demon down here.

No reason to have any fear.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

 

A BIT FEY

 

 

I walk with the living at day.

They do not hear I word I say.

They assume I’m alive like them,

But I’m stronger than any men.

I run through the trees,

Flying faster than bees.

At day, my true self hides away.

People believe I might be fey.

At night, I walk with others.

Closer to me than brothers.

“Who are you?” you might timidly ask.

Be careful, I’ll take you to the task.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

A 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 SERIES

LA SANTA MUERTE

LA SANTA MUERTE

Welcome to the black saint of death.

Welcome with my last dying breath.

You grant desires and hopeless wishes.

In return, we must sleep with the fishes.

Sacrifices are your pride and joy.

Then you treat us like a broken toy.

You stand there with your scythe and crown.

And your dark face bears a big frown.

We haven’t seen you for many years.

Now you are back in our deepest fears. 

THE DEAD GAME

A PERFECT OASIS

 

A PERFECT OASIS

 

A perfect oasis on the shore.

You could not ask for anything more.

Sun and surf during the day,

But at night there’s hell to pay.

 

The waves welcome daily swimmers,

But at night there are no winners.

Afraid to venture out after dark,

Residents stay clear of the town park.

 

One night, a hanging party is had

By the dark creatures who are plain bad.

Our town is plagued by darkness and woe.

We don’t even know who is our foe.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES