DOUSE THE FIRE

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DOUSE THE FIRE

It simmers and brews.

It comes to a quick boil.

Hot steam escapes the cracks.

A whistle fills the moist air.

A fire too late to be extinguished.

A flame too unwilling to be leashed.

An explosion rips through the surface.

Heated words spew forth.

Sweet nothings won’t curb the flames.

Apologies too late in coming.

Anger has reared its head.

Water won’t douse the fire.

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!