I walk alone.
In dead silence.
The wind flees.
The moon hides.
Man stays clear.
I walk alone.
Death is my companion.
Fear is my weapon.
Hell is my home.
I walk alone.
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Hell hounds are loose.
They guard the door.
No one may enter.
We may not enter,
but the priest has his spell book.
Let the games begin.
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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
FALLING
I climb down from a great height
As I fight with all my might.
The creatures swipe hard at me
As I climb down to the sea.
I must escape this dark place
As demons fly in my face.
They fly through the sky
And hit me from up high.
Who are these demons from hell?
Their features I cannot tell.
I fall to the rocks below.
“Help” is all I can bellow.
THE DEAD GAME
Red flows freely.
From the ocean.
Through the town.
Into windows.
Up the stairs.
Into your beds.
It sucks dry.
The innocent.
The sleeping.
It takes all.
For its own.
For its army.
An army from hell.
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LOOK OUT BELOW
The stairs are slippery.
The lights flicker.
All goes dark.
The door slams shut.
We run to check it.
It’s locked.
No place to go but down,
down to the basement
of the deserted house.
Waves hit the house.
Is that why the basement floor is wet?
A creaking noise comes from above.
Cages descend.
Circular saws soon follow.
THE DEAD GAME has begun.
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Wild seas and wild lights by Nick Rapley // Edited by MFL
Horror are the nights
when the waves ride high.
Moonlight lights their way
as they move onto shore.
Cold are the nights
when evil rides high.
They stand tall and strong,
ready to attack town.
Dark are the nights
as The Dead ride the waves.
THE DEAD GAME
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Oasis, Florida, a town of beauty.
White-sanded beaches and blue water.
Tourists flock to town
for the famous parties.
The Dead come out at night.
Dark shadows leaving behind
dead bodies on the soft sand.
Are they residents?
Are they tourists?
Come & find out who they really are.
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A demon from hell.
Is this Wolf?
Who loved me so well.
My one evil love.
I miss him dearly.
My life in ruins.
You can see clearly
The evil inside.
I bow down my head.
I say a prayer.
He has made his bed.
For eternity.
THE DEAD GAME
Wherever I go.
Taking all.
The young and old.
At play.
In the playgrounds.
At rest.
In their beds.
All fall to The Dead.
They will not take me.
Never.
THE DEAD GAME
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