DOUSE THE FIRE
It simmers and brews.
It comes to a quick boil.
Hot steam escapes the cracks.
A whistle fills the moist air.
A fire too late to be extinguished.
A flame too unwilling to be leashed.
An explosion rips through the surface.
Heated words spew forth.
Sweet nothings won’t curb the flames.
Apologies too late in coming.
Anger has reared its head.
Water won’t douse the fire.
“Walk with me through the moonlit 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.
Our games have just begun.
THE DEAD GAME
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
The news can be deadly.
It can be lethal.
Dangerous to your health.
A fire never quenched.