BEYOND THE GATE

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A gate in the woods,

Majestic between the trees.

A doorway asks to be crossed.

A force pulls me to the other side.

Cold air tingles on my bare skin.

Grass crunches beneath my feet.

Sounds are magnified.

New smells stream through my nostrils.

I feel alive.

I feel strong.

I feel empowered.

I walk to meet The Dead.

I sense their presence.

The night brings them.

I will face them.

They will rule no more.

THE DEAD GAME

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DARK MANSION

THE DESERTED MANSION

A mansion so dreary.
One should be leery
Of entering its gate.
Better leave it to fate.

Each room offers a view
Of history for you.
Beautifully furnished rooms
Swept clean by invisible brooms.

“Who lives in here?” you might ask
If you dare take him to task.
“Only I,” he might reply
With a twinkle in his eye.

THE DEAD GAME
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A GATE IN THE WOODS

A gate in the woods.

Majestic between the trees.

A doorway asking to be crossed.

A force pulls me to the other side.

Cold air tingles on my bare skin.

Grass crunches beneath my feet.

Sounds are magnified.

New smells stream through my nostrils.

I feel alive.

I feel strong.

I feel empowered.

I walk to meet The Dead.

I can sense their presence.

The night brings them forth.

I will meet them.

They will rule no more.

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

Nook

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

Book 2 will determine their fate.

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A WINTER WONDERLAND

The gate is open.

I’m going inside.

I wonder who owns this property.

Is it some computer wizard

or maybe a movie star?

For now, it’s mine.

It is quiet and deserted.

No footsteps in the snow,

besides mine.

The trees extend far into the distance.

All I can see is white and more white.

A winter wonderland

created just for me.

I hear a rumbling sound

coming from beneath me.

It’s not beneath me

but next to me.

Two Doberman Pinschers

are growling up at me.

“Zeus, Apollo?”

More growling.

Time to run.

For my life.