THE DARK STREETS OF TOWN

mostlyitaly:
“  Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre
”
Dark are the streets
By which they creep.
Silence is their goal.
Through the town, they go.
Bodies left behind,
Blood-dry we will find.
Church bells are tolling,
And heads are...

Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre

 

Dark are the streets

By which they creep.

Silence is their goal.

Through the town, they go.

Bodies left behind,

Blood-dry we will find.

Church bells are tolling,

And heads are rolling.

Flee from this we must

Before we are dust.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

WHO SITS THERE?

Who sits on my shelf each night? Who casts shadows on my bedroom wall? I move closer. I must see what it is. The head moves. Its hood falls back. A doll’s face appears. A yellow glow in the darkness. Red eyes turn to me. Burning a hot hole right...

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Who sits on my shelf

each night?

Who casts shadows

on my bedroom wall?

I move closer.

I must see what it is.

The head moves.

Its hood falls back.

A doll’s face appears.

A yellow glow

in the darkness.

Red eyes turn to me.

Burning a hole

through my heart.

 

 

ALONE IN THE WOODS

 

ALONE IN THE WOODS

Shadows follow me into the deep.

I walk while others are asleep.

The chill flows right through me.

I’m alone as you can see.

White sleepy lambs elude me.

Though I am where I should be.

Here in the forest on this path.

Sun will rise, it can do the math.

It will find me on this bench.

Next to the one with the stench.

It is past time for me to move on.

Before I’m found by what is now gone.

 

FLORIDA SINKHOLE

sinkhole

 

A sinkhole where the house has stood

Lies deep in the deserted wood.

Where has everyone gone to?

The grass and trees are gone too.

 

A house and garden have once stood here.

Now there is only the ground laid bare.

Could they be in the tunnels below

And hear me if I yell out hello?

 

I hear rumbling coming from the hole.

The loose rocks are beginning to roll.

I should leave before it’s too late,

And I suffer the same sad fate.

 

THE DEAD GAME

THE DEAD ARE HERE TO STAY

beach scene

 

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.
Danger for each and every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They did not come to play.


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DARK AS SIN

Friday the 13th is here.
There is nothing to fear.
My gargoyle friends are waiting.
Their stares are somewhat scathing.
But the night is still young.
The noose is already hung.
Bats fly around the old house.
They squeak like a little mouse.
Lightning...

(Source: deadphilosophy)

 

Friday the 13th is here.

There is nothing to fear.

My gargoyle friends are waiting.

Their stares are somewhat scathing.

But the night is still young.

The noose is already hung.

Bats fly around the old house.

They squeak like a little mouse.

Lightning sizzles as it plays.

Over the dark house, it stays.

Thunder rumbles in pain.

Loud noises but no rain.

The door opens wide.

There’s no place to hide.

We might as well go in.

inside looks dark as sin.

THE DEAD GAME

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A DOOR IN THE FOREST

A Door in the Forest

A DOOR IN THE FOREST

The house is gone.
All that’s left is ash
And the door.

The door to the dungeons.
Where The Dead lived
And died.

I can see dark shadows
In the distance.
Are they coming for us?

I thought they were all gone.
What happened to The Dead?
Are they gone or still lingering?

The earth is rumbling.
The door is shaking.
We’d better leave.

Right Now!

THE DEAD GAME

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DEADLY GAMES

Light the candles.
Follow me through
the empty corridors.
Past dark rooms.
Down a long flight of stairs.
To the dungeons below.
Where shadows await us.
Waiting for company.
To wile away their empty hours.
Perhaps a game or two for us to play.
A game...

 

Light the candles.

Follow me through

the empty corridors,

Past dark rooms,

Down a long flight of stairs

To the dungeons below,

Where shadows await us.

A pool of water appears.

Cages descend from above,

Pointy edges facing down.

Circular saws soon follow.

What kind of hell are we in?

Come closer to find out.

The Dead love to play.

THE DEAD GAME

 

THE WONDERFUL SEA

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“ Looking through Partition Arch in Arches National Park
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From here I can see
the wonderful sea.
I step through the door.
I stand at the shore.
Sand at my bare feet.
The sun shining heat.
But...

 

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Looking through Partition Arch in Arches National Park

 

From here I can see

the wonderful sea.

I step through the door.

I stand at the shore.

Sand at my bare feet.

The sun shining heat.

But the sun soon leaves,

and the ocean heaves.

Sharp bits of hail hit my face.

People run like in a race.

They shout for me to move.

I pick up their quick groove.

“The Dead are here for us,”

one tall man shouts to us,

“Run to the Town Hall

or the town will fall.”

THE DEAD GAME

 

THE END IS NEAR

 

 

A lamp post stands

in the forest.

Deserted woods

except for mist. 

A wolf howls

in the distance.

A cold breeze hits me.

Is this a nightmare?

The rocks beneath my bare feet

feel hard and pointy.

Why am I barefooted?

And why am I dressed in

a nightgown?

A light flickers

in the lamp post.

I might not be alone.

I should run.

I can’t.

The end is near.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

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