A SHIMMERING BLUE

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Haze covers the town,

but please do not frown.

Secrets are concealed.

The Dead are revealed.

We come in the fog.

The mist we don’t hog.

We’ll share it with you,

a shimmering blue.

The moon shines its glare

on those who come here.

Frolic in the night.

Just keep out of sight.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

COME TO ME

COME TO ME

The ocean shimmers.

Shades of blues and greens.

Soft ripples.

Lapping waves.

Reflecting the sun’s core.

Glistening.

But here she comes.

The ship to shore.

Too close to the rocks.

Stay clear of the sharp points.

Stay clear of the strong currents.

Come to me.

Come to me safely.