Compassion can be felt.
Nature responds to it.
Animals sense it.
It draws people like
a moth to a flame.
It’s responsible for miracles.
It shows mercy without bias.
It should be freely given
to all of humanity.
No matter the color, species, or race.
For we are one.
One with nature.
One with the universe.
One with humanity.
The castle is dark and dreary.
It holds dungeons and locked cells.
Prisoners hidden within its wall.
Captives in mind and soul.
Searching for freedom.
Searching for the light.
Let them out.
Ignorance is a mighty prison.
It keeps you in the dark.
Locked away from ideas.
Away from humanity and empathy.
Break out from your prison.
And see the world for the first time.
The battle between good and evil rages on.
The sky and water have turned blood red.
Red as wine flowing down the side of a cup.
Red as blood oozing from the a deep gash.
The Dead hold the world in their hands.
Our world of people, hope, and humanity.
Their world lies below civilization.
Below the depths of humanity.
They have to come to our shores.
They have come to Oasis, Florida.
To exert their claim over humanity.
To rule with a cold heart and an evil mind.
The Watchers and good vampires band together.
They must search and destroy the evil ones.
They must find the leader hiding behind his disguise.
A disguise to fool some but not me.
Wolf cannot hide long in his protective shell.
His evil will come to the surface to show all.
He might be a charmer with women falling at his feet.
But I will not succumb to his charms a second time.
The sky shudders and bleeds its pain.
Thunder brings with it daggers of hail.
Lightning casts flashes of light upon the hidden.
Upon the dark shadows roaming the streets.
The wind calls my name, “Linda, come to me.”
It is soothing like a warm blanket on a winter’s night.
It holds promises of passion and endless love.
But I will hold strong and not weaken.
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN
THE DEAD GAME