The landscape is cold and bleak.
I’m beginning to feel weak.
Ice is melting in my shoes.
I’m getting the winter blues.
I can’t find my way out of here.
I had thought the town was so near.
I’ve been walking for days.
I’m in some kind of daze.
There’s a break in the rocks ahead.
I hope they didn’t leave me for dead.
My friends have to come back for me.
Rocks and trees are all I can see.
My friends are in the park playing ball.
I didn’t have to be afraid at all.
A house of ice.
Sounds too nice?
It might be.
It’s next to the sea.
Ice statues populate the place.
Just don’t look into their face.
Tales of horror fall from their lips.
Better run away from all this.
THE DEAD GAME
Source:relatlonship
The snow melts,
leaving trails to the lake.
A cold wind brushes by,
leaving me goosebumps.
Ice hangs from the trees,
leaving clear spider webs.
Snow covers the grass,
leaving footsteps behind.
I depart this cold scene,
leaving my own behind.
Frozen in place.
Dripping tears for centuries.
Memories of a lifetime.
Praying for salvation.
A frown for eternity.
A garden for The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME
“Institute Benjamenta” (1995) dir. Timothy Quay, Stephen Quay
Has he come for me?
I hear his footsteps.
Walking up the steps.
The leaves stop rustling.
The wind stops blowing.
The silence is overpowering.
Is he standing outside the door,
Waiting for me to open it?
I won’t.
I won’t let him in.
He wants me.
I won’t become one of The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME
Source:jeliyfish
Waves hit the rocks
With frozen blocks.
They plow through the sand,
Sharp claws in their hand.
They ravage the shore,
Coming back for more.
A battle with no end.
A force we cannot bend.
A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.
THE DEAD GAME
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Come to the party.
There will be dancing
and plenty of champagne.
A glass house
with perfect guests
in ballgowns and tuxedos,
circling the dance floor
under sparkling chandeliers.
Frozen statues sprinkled about.
A mermaid fountain waiting
in the rose garden.
Nothing could be better
or more perfect.
That is, until the clock
strikes midnight.
All freeze to the sound.
Many ascend the clear
staircase to the rooms above.
Where have they gone?
And why?
We are left to wonder
with the dwindling number
of guests.
Will our fate be sealed
on this night?
Come and help us.
THE DEAD GAME
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Nook
How sad is this statue?
Tears dripping down its body.
It sits alone in the garden.
A heart frozen to its core.
Its eyes closed in sadness.
For a savior long and gone.
It sits alone in the garden.
Waiting for help from beyond.
Tears fall ever so slowly.
Freezing close to the ground.
It sits alone in the garden.
Its silent sighs in the wind.
It bows its head in prayer.
For a savior not found.
It sits alone in the garden.
No one else around.
The epic battle of the seasons.
Old Man Winter
erase all signs of Fall.
He covers the ground
with his icy cold snow.
But Fall holds her leaves close
to her body and her heart.
Some have fallen,
lone casualties of war.
The battle rages
on the ground,
in the air,
and on the water.
Fall will have to succumb
to the dictates of Old Man Winter.
She has no choice.
She puts up a valiant battle.
She will be back after Summer
finishes heating the earth.
Farewell.
We’ll see you soon.
