A WALK IN THE CEMETERY

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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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THEY’RE HERE TO STAY

Sentries

 

Look at the pretty sky.
Such beauty way up high.
Clouds drifting by so slowly
Like a shrine to what’s holy.

All of this will soon come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.

Dark shadows will descend onto the sand.
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem–all served with a frown.

Run for your life if you still can.
A danger for each and every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They didn’t come to play.

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ALONE IN A CEMETERY

cemetery shadows

ALONE IN A CEMETERY

The mist paints a grey.

Hissing winds sound fey.

The trees sway in tune

Under the blue moon.

With long robes, they sweep toward me.

Darker shadows they cannot be.

A statue looms in the distance.

I cannot offer resistance.

An angel turns her face to me.

A wicked grin for all to see.

Her white wings spread wide.

Time for me to hide.

RED LACE

I will lay down my head to sleep
Beneath a canopy so deep.
Soft leaves curl around my face,
Covering me in red lace.
Sticks of trees protect my sides.
Perfect place for one who hides.
The sun peeks in between the red,
Warmth of sunshine on my head.

 

 

I will lay down my head to sleep

Beneath a canopy so deep.

Soft leaves curl around my face,

Covering me in red lace.

Sticks of trees protect my sides.

Perfect place for one who hides.

The sun peeks in between the red,

The warmth of sunshine on my head.

 

 

MIDNIGHT MADNESS

I am lost in the park.
Footsteps squish in the dark.
I fear the dark night.
The moon at its height.
I’m soaked to the bone.
I lost my cell phone.
He is coming near.
Footfalls I can hear.
I hide behind a willow tree.
You can’t imagine what I see.

 

 

I am lost in the park.

Footsteps squish in the dark.

I fear the dark night.

The moon at its height.

I’m soaked to the bone.

I lost my cell phone.

He is coming near.

Footfalls I can hear.

I hide behind a willow tree.

You can’t imagine what I see.

 

BY THE LIGHT OF THE FULL MOON

 

 

How did I come to be here?

Cold wrapped around me in fear.

No matter how far I walk.

I could hear them move and talk.

Muttering curses on me.

But faces I cannot see.

They surround me on each side.

There’s nowhere for me to hide.

I must get out of here soon.

Before the next full moon.

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FROM THE DEEP

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The waves are churning.
My face is burning.
What’s coming for me.
I don’t want to see.
It rises from the deep.
When all are fast asleep.
The Dead come ashore.
For me they’ve come for.
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The waves are churning.

My face is burning.

What’s coming for me.

I don’t want to see.

It rises from the deep.

When all are fast asleep.

The Dead come ashore.

For me they’ve come for.

There’s nowhere to run or hide.

I refuse to take their side.

The Dead will not win.

They’re dripping with sin.

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PUFFS OF PINK FOR ME

The fog yawns long and wide.
Flowers have given up the fight.
There is nowhere to hide
From grey’s terminal blight.
One tree withstands the night,
Growing to immense height.
No one else is in sight
to witness its lone fight.
Grey mist ends the...

 

The fog yawns long and wide.

Flowers have given up the fight.

There is nowhere to hide

From grey’s terminal blight.

 

One tree withstands the night,

Growing to immense height.

No one else is in sight

to witness its lone fight.

 

Grey mist ends the day.

Some color I must see.

Hanging in the grey,

Soft puffs of pink for me.