ICY HOT

Ice Fire

 

Cold.

Icy cold.

My toes feel numb.

My fingers tingle.

The wind howls.

Sleep tempts me.

But I must continue

to the top of the hill.

The view waits for me.

Only a few more steps.

Silence wraps its arms around me.

I raise my face to the beauty.

The colors take my breath away.

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HOT WAX

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Michail Satarov, Towards the Light.

 

The candle flickers.

It melts.

Dripping wax.

A pathway of heat

For The Dead to follow.

As they reach up

From hell below.

Rising stronger.

Hotter.

Deadlier.

THE DEAD GAME

POWERPLAY

POWERPLAYPowerplay
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Jagged fingers slice through the air.

A dance of the gods for mere mortals.

We hold our breaths as they sizzle and play.

The clouds keep them in place in defiance.

The ground rumbles in dismay at their power play.

The wind and rain fight to divert their direction.

Their aim is compromised by their enemies.

They hold strong and band together.

But the gods and nature block their path.

The earth is saved from ruin on this day.

But they’ll be back again another day.

Moonlit Forest

Moonlit Forest

Walk with me through the moon lit forest.
Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,
never touching down,
held aloft by our love and passion.

Follow me through the endless night
to a land where no man walks.
Only creatures as dark as the sky
dare to venture forth alone.

Love has no bounds or shackles.
We will be free to display our passion,
without retribution from humanity
as long as you remain mine.

Come with me, my ice princess.
Step away from the burning plains,
where the heat burns your soles
and love is hampered by the living.

Wolf holds his hand out for me.
The words flow from him.
His lips never utter a sound
but his meaning as clear as can be.

We can be together forever more.
But the other has followed us to the clearing.
He will try to take me back
and never give up his hold on me.

His eyes burn red with passion.
Fire follows close on his footsteps,
scorching a trail through the grass,
melting his enemy’s cold trail.

They face each other.
Hot and cold from opposite poles,
dueling until the end of time
as they fight to the death.

THE DEAD GAME

HIS DARK FLAME

Longing
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He fills​ me with longings.

Cold as the night air.

He flies free in the dark.

But yet he returns for me.

I dare not go to meet him.

In the dark forest at midnight.

I must hold strong and steady.

I must remain with my own kind.

With whom I feel safe and secure.

And never venture into the woods.

To rekindle his dark flame.

I must hold firm​ and steady.

Or my light will turn to dark.

THE DEAD GAME

BURNING HOT

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Red hot waves lap at the shore,
Bringing with it blood and gore.
Paradise has come to an end.
The Dead are right around the bend.
Death is their evening delight.
They descend with all of their...

 

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Trailing Edge | vividessentials

 

Red hot waves lap at the shore,

Bringing with it blood and gore.

Paradise has come to an end.

The Dead are right around the bend.

Death is their evening delight.

They descend with all of their might.

Florida will never be the same

Once it becomes part of The Dead Game.

THE DEAD GAME