ON A SHELF

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Who sits on my shelf,

watching me?

Who casts shadows

along my bedroom wall?

I move closer.

I must see who it is.

The head moves.

Its hood falls back.

A doll’s face appears.

Glowing red eyes turn.

They burn a hole through me.

My questions are answered.

TIDES ARE RISING

 


Midnight so dark and blue.
It comes for me and you.
The tides rise to a new height,
hitting the beach with their might.


Clear skies so dark blue.
Clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings night fears,
people running in tears.


I’ve heard about The Dead.
They fill my heart with dread.
It’s time to hide from death.
No time to take a breath.


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A VACATION PARADISE

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I walk the beach,

swim the blue ocean,

and stroll the picturesque town.

Sea breezes cool the night air.

Music drifts from the mansions

in the forest behind the town.

This is Oasis,

Florida’s vacation paradise.

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DARK SKIES

 

Dark skies are moving in.

The town is dark as sin.

Rumbling fills the humid air,

And The Dead will soon be here.

Hail begins to fall,

Big as a baseball.

Lightning joins the hot fray.

I’m not going to stay.

We must escape this night

Before we lose the fight.

He has come for me.

I’m as afraid as I can be.

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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...

 

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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?

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.

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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