The ocean roars its fury.
It removes any intruders.
No boats to drift on its surface.
No swimmers to ride its waves.
Frustration hits the rocks.
Anger raises the wave swells.
Birds flee.
The sun hides.
We wait.
Will the waters recede?
The answer lies in the ocean’s depths.
LAMENT FOR THE DEAD
Like a cold witches’ brew.
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.
Warm winds turn cold
As all become prey.
The young and old.
For them, we must pray.
Hell hath no fury
Like a demon scorned.
There is no jury
For a small town mourned.
Who will save Oasis
From ‘The Dead’ demons?
Who will now face us,
More dead or demons?
Pray for us.
We are alone
Come save us.
We must atone.
THE DEAD GAME
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ICY FURY
A duel to end all duels.
A battle to the death.
The wind strengthens the waves.
No time to take a breath.
The waves tease the shore,
Striking with pounding fury.
The sand is mere dust.
My vision has turned blurry.
Heat flows through my veins,
Leading me to the light.
Human flesh brings love.
I won’t back from this fight.
He rises from the ocean,
A body in constant motion.
His body melts in droplets.
I still yearn for his devotion.
Cold no longer waits for me.
Empty is the void inside.
He cannot leave without me.
But he turns his face in pride.
His fury slices the shore,
His presence felt in the wind.
I can still hear his deep voice,
Calling for me to join him.
THE DEAD GAME
Cliff House and Seal Rocks by Moonlight, San Francisco, c 1900.
The waves dance in fury,
hitting the sharp rocks.
The house towers above,
glaring at intruders.
Death to anyone
who dare to violate its shores.
THE DEAD GAME
The sea throws its fury.
It fights for its path,
Grinding down rocks,
Swallowing debris whole.
It roars to the shore,
Waiting for no one.
Its might is its right
To reign supreme forever more.
e n e r g y
A fence for protection
To keep out the raging storm.
We will be safe and dry.
This has gone beyond the norm.
Faces raised in fury,
The waves reach a new height.
They attempt to break through.
They fight with all their might.
We will stay for the duration.
We refuse to flee our homes.
Out come the flashlights,
We’ve lost our lights and phones.
This storm won’t defeat us.
The next one won’t either.
We stick together as one
Until the day is won.
Life has come to an end.
Time has run out for me.
Evil one of the night,
He is strong as can be.
The winds rise in fury,
Calling him by his name.
He is known as the Wolf,
Who made The Dead Game.
A hand grabs hold of me.
Wolf has taken me down.
To his dark netherworld,
To tunnels under the town.
I roam the bleak dungeons.
Death wants to be my friend.
I refuse to drink blood,
On this, I will not bend.
In this maze of horror,
I track it round and round.
I will seek a way out
Till I fall to the ground.
My love must soon find me.
Please, Todd, take me from here.
The walls are closing in,
One more night I can’t bear.
THE DEAD GAME
