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.
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.
The moon shows its head.
It’s past time for bed.
It casts a yellow glow.
I can hear the winds blow.
Time for me to go inside.
There must be places to hide.
Until the morning light.
When the sun burns so bright.
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.
THE DEAD GAME
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.
THE DEAD GAME
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From inside my dark room,
I watch the clouds float by.
Puffy cottonballs in the sky.
Dare I leave my safe haven
and venture outside?
Will the clouds wait for me?
I’ll wait until tomorrow.
One more day of watching.
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.
What has happened to our paradise?
Now I could surely use some advice.
Our town is bombarded with creatures.
In the dark we can’t see their features.
They come out in the dark of night.
Hiding their faces from the light.
The winds are picking up speed.
They devour our town with greed.
We must run and hide in the church.
Before we are left in the lurch.
Someone save us before it’s too late.
From creatures filled with evil and hate.
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Storm is coming.
Hitting the shore.
Palm trees flying.
And so much more.
Anger raises the waves.
Passion kicks up the sand.
Fear hides behind clouds.
Marching in like a band.
I know he is here.
I hide from his face.
He’s coming for me.
Clouds pick up the pace.
His anger brings passion and fear.
Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.
His can easily moves mountains.
For me he moves the sky above.
THE DEAD GAME
I see the men.
They are walking.
Through the cold forest.
Moving closer to my house.
Snow swirls around them.
Their feet crunch on the ice.
There are four of them.
Why are they here?
Four men of the night.
The window mists from my breath.
It fogs my view of them.
I must run.
I must hide.
The four men.
