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Dark shadows fill the night.
Diving from a great height.
Have they come to play?
How long will they stay?
🖤THE DEAD GAME🖤

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THE CANDLE FLICKERS

 

 

The candle flickers.

The music plays softly.

In an empty house.

The piano keys pound faster.

The wind screams louder.

The games are about to begin.

 

THE DEAD GAME 

 

THE DEAD WALKING

1 The tides

 

A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.

Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.

Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.

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DEMON ROCK

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Demon rock.

Demon paradise.

A long lost fantasy,

Now as cold as ice.

 

Who goes there?

Who walks the night?

I can hear your moans,

Your grunts and sighs.

 

Show yourself tonight.

I want your kind dead.

The sun will rise,

But you won’t.

 

IN THE NIGHT

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He comes in the night,

Ready for the fight.

He’ll slay us alive.

No one will survive.

His eyes burn blood red,

Gleaming in his head.

He leads The Dead right to me.

I won’t go on bended knee.

The creatures will be here.

Their footsteps are too near.

I bow my head to pray.

Let us live one more day.

 

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CANDLES ON THE WALLS

 

 

The candles on these walls

throw shadows down the halls.

Shadows that float in the air,

horrors that I cannot bear.

Soft sighs follow in their wake,

my insides begin to quake.

Gargoyles stare at us from above,

I’m thrust forward by a hard shove.

Revolving rooms lead us through a maze.

I follow along, lost in a daze.

I ask, “How do we get out of here?”

My hands covering my face in fear.

Am I standing in a flood?

I look down at all the blood.

It flows from the indoor pool.

As you know I’m not a fool.

I’m out of here as quick as can be.

There’s nothing else I want to see.

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THE PERFECT WAVE

 

Welcome to Oasis, Florida.

Where sunlight glistens

on the pink sand.

Money flows like water 

at the Oasis Hotel.

Tourists search

for the perfect paradise.

The perfect wave.

The perfect partner.

The perfect party.

They will find all of this

and much more.

THE DEAD GAME

SHATTERED FROM WITHIN

End House explodes,
shattering from within.
The house groans
as it topples into the sea.
Leaving no trace behind,
no evidence of its existence,
its wicked mark on mankind.
Gone for good,
or so we hope
and with it,
The Dead.
THE DEAD...

 

 

End House explodes,

shattering from within.

The house groans

as it topples into the sea.

Leaving no trace behind,

no evidence of its existence,

its wicked mark on mankind.

Gone for good,

or so we hope

and with it,

The Dead.

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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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THE HALLWAY

Green Hallway

The hallway waits.

It beckons.

It calls to me.

Green lights the way.

Doors open and close.

Cries fill the air.

A coldness descends.

Then total silence.

I inch forward.

Step by painstaking step.

I peer into a room.

A bed in an empty room.

The next room holds a wheelchair.

It turns.

Empty.

A green light glows.

From the room ahead.

Sounds of voices.

I move closer.

Until I can see inside.

Surgery is being performed.

On a skeleton.

By smiling people.

People who fade in and out.

Ghosts.

Time for me to leave.

I’m on the bed.

The ghost are looking down.

At me.

Too late.