Ocean and Beach Posts
Paradise waits for us.
A perfect oasis.
Waves cascade onto the beach.
Guests lounge around
the hotel’s swimming pool.
Quaint stores dot Main Street.
Life is beautiful.
Until night comes.
Waves hit the shore
with their increasing fury.
The sun bows out.
The moon takes its place.
The night brings The Dead walking
into a town near you.
THE DEAD GAME
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’ll 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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A fence for protection.
To keep out the storm.
To keep us safe and dry.
But the winds growl in return.
Raising their heads in fury.
Rising to new heights.
To break the barriers.
They come with brute force.
THE DEAD GAME
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The waves rise in strength.
Converging on the town.
Translucent green towers.
Swirling in their demented dance.
Clouds following in their wake.
Growing cotton balls in grey.
Rumbles of thunder fill the air.
Lightning sparks rainbows of light.
Birds leave en masse.
Hurrying to leave the scene.
They have come to our town.
To support Wolf in his quest.
Oasis will soon fall.
To The Dead and their thrall.
THE DEAD GAME
The waves dance in fury.
Hitting the sharp rocks.
The house towers above.
Glaring down at intruders.
Any who dare to violate its shores.
Death to all who come inside.
The Dead haunt its walls.
They roam the tunnels below.
THE DEAD GAME
To die alone is all I want,
To be free from the monster within.
Nature may have its tantrum,
But I refuse to yield to its master.
“Hell hath no fury like a women scorned,”
But hell has never met a woman scorned.
I will not surrender to the mighty winds,
Nor to the sleet and rain or even the snow.
I stand as strong and alone as the tree.
It has remained strong for generations,
Withstanding all the elements.
No one will take away our thunder.
The clouds dance around in their fury.
The rain falls as sharp pellets to the ground.
The winds whip around us in a rain dance.
But we stand strong against them all.
I can feel his presence.
I can feel his eyes watching me.
I will not be tempted or swayed
By his touch or his beauty.
Wolf alights upon the lone tree,
Lifting his head back to give a mighty roar.
I turn my face from his massive body,
I don’t want to fall into his trance.
He leaps to the ground to stand before me
In all his beauty and shining glory.
All who see him succumb to his charms
And fall prey to his whims.
Not me.
I alone refuse to give in.
I love another who is kind and giving,
Who is not a monster but a man.
He crushes his body against mine.
He envelopes me with his fresh scent.
I’m cushioned by his muscular chest and arms.
It would so easy to give in to this man.
No! He isn’t man but beast.
A vampire who plays games with human lives,
Who kills for the thrill of it.
I must fight to stay free.
Wolf holds me closer.
His lips move against mine.
I am losing myself to his touch.
Falling in thrall to his beauty.
THE DEAD GAME
The storm is approaching the shore.
I can feel the dampness in the air.
Mist spraying against my face.
Strands of hair lifting in the wind.
Rumble of thunder in the distance.
Flashes of light crossing the darkening sky.
Yes, I can feel it.
It’s almost here.
Let it roar.
The Dead are dancing.
Swooping down with joy.
They love Oasis.
Florida belongs to them.
They rule the night.
Lightning follows in their wake.
Thunder blows its trumpet.
We bow to their might.
THE DEAD GAME
Anger can burn red.
Red as the sky at sunset.
An emotion so hot.
It bubbles to the surface.
It can control your mind.
Take over your soul.
You can try to control it.
To stamp it down.
Some people cause it.
Without a backward glance.
Their selfish ways.
Their callous attitudes.
A fury ignites inside.
A fire burns bright.
As bright as the sky above.
A reflection of my tormented soul.
COME TO ME
I am waiting.
No wind will fall me.
No wave will take me.
Evil takes many forms.
One of its own is coming.
The deadliest.
The cruelest.
The leader of The Dead.
He waits for no one.
But I wait for him.
The winds will rage.
The ocean will roar.
A quiet will descend.
The end has come.
The battle between good and evil.
THE DEAD GAME will be played no more.
THE DEAD GAME
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