THE WAVES

Sentries

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THE WAVES

Lined up like sentries.

Shoulder to shoulder.

Eying the shore.

Storm at their backs.

Wind at their sides.

Sun setting above.

Sea ripples below.

Sky darkens.

Clouds rush in.

Birds flee.

Skies open up.

Water rains down.

Quiet reigns supreme.

They quicken their tempo.

Winds pick up their speed.

They hit the sand with force.

A line of soldiers.

Shoulder to shoulder.

As one.

DARK AS THE NIGHT

HIDDEN

I walk with the living at day,

They do not hear a word I say.

They believe I’m alive like them,

But I’m stronger than any men.

I run like the wind past the trees,

Fly through the sky faster than bees.

My true self is hidden away,

I might be a little fey.

At night I walk with others,

They’re close to me like brothers.

Whom am I? you might ask.

I might take you to task.

Take care not to open that door,

You’ll be in hell forever more,

 

THE DEAD GAME

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ONLY A DREAM

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The green waves grow in force.
Digging in to the shore.
Wolf rides in on a horse.
Leaving me wanting more.
I open my eyes.
I’m in my own bed.
I can hear soft sighs.
From inside my head.
‘Only a dream,’ I say.
Wolf will...

 

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The green waves grow in force.

Digging in to the shore.

Wolf rides in on a horse.

Leaving me wanting more.

 

I open my eyes.

I’m in my own bed.

I can hear soft sighs.

From inside my head.

 

‘Only a dream,’ I say.

Wolf will make us all pay.

He’ll come for me today.

On this dark and cold day.

 

THE DEAD GAME 

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CRASHING WAVES

 

 

CRASHING WAVES

Waves crashing to shore.

I want more and more.

The mist in my face

Keeps me in this place.

The tides dare to peak,

Lulling me to sleep.

This is my spot for now.

Waves, I refuse to bow.

I stand strong on the rocks,

Time passes on the clocks.

Deserted house I might be,

But I stand alone and free.

TAKEN

cliff-house

 

End House looms in the foggy distance.

It was taken without resistance.

It belongs to The Dead.

They have made their own bed.

 

 

I fear the Oasis nights.

Terror taken to new heights.

They return to town with force,

Wolf leading on a black horse.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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THRASHING

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Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC
© Doug Hickok  All Rights Reserved
It is now here.
Ultimate fear.
A force to be reckoned.
Growing by the second.
Thrashing hands at the shore.
I can’t take anymore.
My dying wish can’t be
to be consumed by the sea.