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I wait for you each night.
Your sparkling glow.
Your everlasting heat.
The night bows to you.
The stars gather round.
Man looks up to you.
Take me into your light.
YOUR LIGHT
heat
NO SUN
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The moonlight shines on us all.
It has made the sun’s face fall.
It takes over the day from now on.
No more heat from its favorite sun.
Oasis will exist in the dark.
It’s scary in this deserted park.
I must get home before it’s too late.
Before my fate is sealed on this date.
THE DEAD GAME
HOT WAX
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Michail Satarov, Towards the Light.
The candle flickers.
It melts.
Dripping wax.
A pathway of heat
For The Dead to follow.
As they reach up
From hell below.
Rising stronger.
Hotter.
Deadlier.
THE DEAD GAME
SNOW ON ME
Snow on me.
Freeze me.
Hit my leaves with winds.
Rain on me.
Hail on me.
Drench my leaves.
Heat me.
Light me.
Grow my leaves in the sun.
WHAT IF
WHAT IF
What if the sun exploded?
The day began as all others.
The sun rose and shined its light.
As the day wore on, the sun grew hotter.
Steamier.
It radiated shades of red and orange.
Heat slew off its sides.
Until it exploded.
Hot balls of fire crashed to earth.
Darkness soon fell across the globe.
The moon hid its face.
It wasn’t ready to rule.
Who would save the earth,
Warm the earth,
And provide the needed sunshine?
The moon stepped forward.
It puffed up its face,
Then it blew out hot steam.
“You’re hired,” mankind shouted.
The moon replaced the sun.
Twenty four hours a day.
No time off.
No rest for the weary moon.
But a lot of grumbling.
So we ask: What if the sun exploded?
We would be in trouble.
Stuck with the moon for sunshine.
Sun, we bow to you in gratitude
For all that you do for us.
DARK SHADOWS
Please don’t set.
Don’t remove your light.
Your warmth.
Your heat.
The nights are cold.
The shadows are long.
Their reach too immense.
Don’t allow the moon its space.
It brings pain with its touch,
Horror in its light,
Shadows in its path.
Please don’t leave me.
THE DEAD GAME
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SEE ME
See me.
Rays of light.
Feel me.
Waves of heat.
Touch me.
Enter the void.
Travel with me.
To places unexplored.
Flashes of lights.
Explosions in space.
Welcome to the unknown.
Welcome to my mind.
THE BEAT
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Swoosh goes the record,
Swirling to its beat.
Sounds flowing through me,
Can you feel its heat?
Mesmerized by it,
I can’t seem to move.
As it turns and turns
I’m caught in its groove.
MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL
MIRROR MIRROR
Can you see your demons?
What you hide inside.
From others.
From the world.
Fire and heat.
Revenge and blood lust.
Hidden inside.
Is it reflected in your face?
Look closer.
Look deeper.
Can you see it?
I can.
IT FLICKERS
Michail Satarov, Towards the Light.
The candlelight flickers.
Melting down.
Dripping hot wax.
A pathway of heat.
For The Dead lo follow.
As they reach up.
From hell below.
Rising stronger.
Hotter.
Deadlier.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
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