SHADES OF GREY

Shades of Grey

 

An orange streak hits the spot

Where day and night meet a lot.

Flames float to the sky

From arms raised up high.

The light play continues through the night

As we watch and hold each other tight.

The sky lightens to shades of grey

As it welcomes the coming day.

Happy, we made it through the long, dark night.

The rising sun is a welcome sight.

GRIMOIRE

I stare into the dark.
Your future will be stark.
My grimoire burns bright,
flames to a great height.
Death is coming your way.
I bow my head to pray,
“This won’t be a paradise for long,
soon you will be singing a sad song.”
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne...

 

 

I stare into the dark.

Your future will be stark.

My grimoire burns bright,

flames to a great height.

Death is coming your way.

I bow my head to pray,

“This won’t be a paradise for long,

soon you will be singing a sad song.”

 

THE DEAD GAME 

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IT FLICKERS

Michail Satarov, Towards the Light. 

 

 

The candlelight flickers.

Melting down.

Dripping hot wax.

A pathway of heat.

For The Dead lo follow.

As they reach up.

From hell below.

Rising stronger.

Hotter.

Deadlier.

THE DEAD GAME

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BENEATH THE SURFACE

 

 

So hot.

Hot flames.

Fires burning deep.

Beneath the surface.

Rumbling.

Splitting rocks.

Seeking an exit.

The earth is alive.

Ready to explode.

Did you have any doubts?

Were you a skeptic?

Seeing is believing.

Sizzle.

Pop.

Run!

HELL IS REIGNING DOWN FROM ABOVE

 

HELL IS REIGNING DOWN FROM ABOVE  

“Hail is raining down from the sky!
Hell is reigning down from above!”
Linda races through the pummeled streets,
Dodging pieces of roof tops.

“How could this be happening?
The sun was out moments ago.
I smell fire.
My skin is burning hot.”

Her feet slow to a stop.
Linda lifts her head to the black sky.
Flames are shooting from the church.
Red hot flames with swirls of yellow and orange.

Cries of horror float in the air around her.
Shrieks and moans are lifted in the rising winds.
She turns around in a circle,
Desperate to locate the source.

“It’s coming from the Town Hall!”
I knew it!
Everybody has to be there.
Please god let them be there.“

The cries rise in intensity
With each footstep.
The front doors are open.
Darkness beckons from within.

The sight inside knocks the breath from her lungs.
Flying creatures are circling her friends.
Creatures with furry bodies and human faces.
One swoops down and lifts her friend up to the ceiling.

“The Dead are here.
What should I do?
Wait! Father John is chanting.
Will he be able to save us?”

THE DEAD GAME 
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