A WALK IN THE CEMETERY

The Valley Cemetery | GarettPhotography

 

A walk in the cemetery.

Not the right place to be merry.

Dark shadows creep in

As dark as their sin.

Wings flap around me.

I’m cold as can be.

A brief tap on my shoulder.

I run to the boulder.

“No one is here,”

I say in fear.

But footsteps, I do hear

Echo as they draw near.

“Oh no, they have found me.”

A fresh grave waits for me.

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DARK SHADOWS OF MY MIND

My Mind

The nightmare of my mind

Crammed with trees and dirt.

A deserted forest of the night,

No visitors or intruders.

Graves mark the spots

Where life once stood.

Now all that is​ left

Are dark shadows.

Shadows drifting across

The empty space of my mind.

SHY CEMETERY

A cemetery so shy
the dead and gone pass it by.
The graves hide in shame
from its silly name.
No mausoleums to grace it,
or fine tombstones to enhance it.
Please stay away from here.
The dead don’t want you near.

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A cemetery so shy

the dead and gone pass it by.

The graves hide in shame

from its silly name.

No mausoleums to grace it,

or fine tombstones to enhance it.

Please stay away from here.

The dead don’t want you near.

 

 

MAUSOLEUM

Cypress Lawn Memorial Park | GarettPhotography

Evil waits for you and me.

Beneath the tall cypress tree.

It comes in the dark of night.

Won’t leave without a good fright.

The mausoleum is dark.

We only came on a lark.

Time for us to run and go.

The wind says, “I don’t think so.”

THE DEAD GAME

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GRIM REAPER

 

 

Grim reaper stands over me,

Where The Dead have come to be.

Blood won’t be my drink of choice,

Not if I have any voice.

I will go down with a fight.

I refuse to take a bite.

No bloodthirsty demon down here.

No reason to have any fear.

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

RISING

I’m over here.

I can smell your fear.

You won’t be alone.

I can hear your moan.

 

I’ll be rising soon.

On the next full moon.

We’ll rise from down under.

On lightning and thunder.

 

You will not recognize me.

I’ll be different you see.

My new body is strong.

Now do not get me wrong.

 

I still love you, my dear.

Of that please have no fear.

 

THE DEAD GAME continues

WALK TALL

 

THE DEAD will rise soon.

The birds know the score.

They rise in the night

To take blood and more.

 

The winds will blow hard.

THE DEAD will walk tall.

The waves will rise high.

No one left at all.

 

We can run and hide.

Yellow through and through.

We can stand and fight.

Are you with me too?

 

We decide right now

What our plight will be.

I don’t want to die

Or washed out to sea.

 

Wolf approaches first.

Beast in beauty form.

Takes me in his arms.

Time for us to mourn.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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WALK IN SHADOW

undying-orchid:

Row of Trees (1915) by Jan Mankes (Dutch, 1889—1920).

 

WALK IN SHADOW

Who waits in the dark?

Stalking its victims.

Blending with the night.

Walking in shadow.

Lighter than air.

One with the mist.

Never seen.

Never caught.

Leaving death behind.

Traces of evil.

Evil wrought on the town.

Who are you?

Come out in the light.

I know you can’t.

I know what you are.

Creature of the night.

Come to me.

And your time on earth will end.

For I protect the town.

I protect the innocent.

Come out of the shadow.

And face me.

All will know who you are.

The leader of The Dead.

Your time is at end.

THE DEAD GAME

 

A PERFECT NIGHT

 

A perfect night for a walk.

The moon is shining.

The stars are twinkling.

The graveyard is dark.

A mist weaves

through the graves.

A cold wind whips past me.

What’s happening?

Figures stand up.

Rising from the graves.

Time to end my walk.

They’ve surrounded me.

How did they move so fast?

They are transparent.

A dark figure stands

behind them.

A figure that isn’t transparent.

With a knife in his hand.

Time to run.

Too late.

A not so perfect night.

ONLY THE DEAD KNOW

 

ONLY THE DEAD KNOW
We might look human
but we’re not.
We might act human
but we love to kill.
Our fearless leader
shows no mercy.
Who is he?
Will he show his face?
Only The Dead know.
The Dead...

 
ONLY THE DEAD KNOW

We might look human
but we’re not.
We might act human
but we love to kill.
Our fearless leader
shows no mercy.
Who is he?
Will he show his face?
Only The Dead know.

The Dead Game

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