MEOW!

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I’m being followed

through the woods

and into town.

Help me!

I hear them

but can’t see them.

Quiet as the night.

Silence is their prayer.

Meow!

THE DEAD GAME

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WHAT’S FOR DESSERT?

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The Dead reign supreme.

They hold life in their hands.

Blood in their teeth.

Bones in their hands.

Humans for dessert.

Cats for practice.

Meow!

THE DEAD GAME

 

THE END

blackoutraven:  gennaio  Just when you think it’s safe to step out from your bedroom. When the howling and chanting have finally subsided. When all is quiet. You put your foot down, and then you realize that all is not over. THE END

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gennaio

Just when you think it’s safe

to step out from your bedroom.

When the howling and chanting

have finally subsided.

When all is quiet.

You put your foot down,

and then you realize that

it is not yet over.

THE END

THE GAME HAS BEGUN

 

 

Put on your mask.

Dress in your gown.

Step into your party shoes.

The dance is about to begin.

Music fills the mirrored room.

The band picks up the beat.

Dancers swirl under glowing chandeliers.

Rainbows of light reflect off the walls.

The room enlarges to accommodate the dancers.

The clock strikes midnight.

The music stops.

The dancers stand still.

The Dead Game has begun.

THE DEAD GAME

 

DOWN WE GO

 

 

A steep cliff lies before us.

End House looms behind.

We’ve endured.

A pool of blood.

Descending saws.

Wild animals.

The cliff looks safer.

Down we go.

THE DEAD GAME

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TIME KILLS

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Time kills.

The Dead kill.

They play no favorites.

We all become victims.

Prey for their games.

Cages will entrap us.

Lost in a maze of rooms.

Welcome.

 

THE DEAD GAME 

 

PUPPET

puppet

areyou-stillawake
Puppet Master 2 (1991)

I wake from a deep sleep.

I look across the room.

To a shelf high up.

A puppet sits there.

Its head pops up.

The head spins around.

It can’t be real.

A wooden puppet can’t be alive.

Then it speaks.

In a deep voice.

“Time to play,” it says.

I run to the door.

No!

It’s standing before me.

Taller than me.

Arms reaching for me.

A gleam in its black eyes.

It can’t be.

But it is.

It’s alive.

BLOOD

1 Nights come alive

I’m surrounded by blood,
Blood on the walls
And flowing through my veins.

Blood is thicker than water
And much more intense
As it trickles and oozes as it pleases.

It flows through family members
Like a disease that can’t be stopped,
Bringing with it torment and anguish.

I can’t escape the
Fingers crawling down the walls
And circling around me.

My only recourse is escape
From the walls caving in
As I tunnel my way out.

I want to be free from the evil
Destroying me from within,
Free from the despair and agony.

THE DEAD GAME

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NO SURVIVORS

They fly through the trees.
Over the deadly mist.
Landing in the forest.
Where no man walks.
No light penetrates.
No laughter follows.
The realm of The Dead.
Their nightly playground.
Games with no survivors.
THE DEAD...

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They fly through the trees.

Over the deadly mist.

Landing in the forest.

Where no man walks.

No light penetrates.

No laughter follows.

The realm of The Dead.

Their nightly playground.

Games with no survivors.

THE DEAD GAME