THE ICE HOUSE

 

 

 

The dance floor is full.

The guests twirl between statues.

Sad expressions etched into faces.

Tears flow down frosty cheeks.

An undercurrent of evil lies

beneath the music and gaiety.

Time to leave the perfect guests

and the frozen smiles.

Time to escape if one can.

THE DEAD GAME 

FROM THE DEEP

 

 

They come from the deep.

They come when you sleep.

On waves of ice and stone,

They’ll burn you to the bone.

 

Fire burns hot in the ice.

It doesn’t feel so nice.

When it hits your body,

Time for them to party.

 

The Dead love to eat.

Humans their best treat.

Stay far from the shore,

Or they’ll ask for more.

 

THE DEAD GAME 

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.

AN ICE FANTASY

An ice heaven waits for us.
Ice statues in paradise.
A party in the dark night.
I refuse to run from fright.
Guests twirl around the dance floor.
I can take this anymore.
No melting until the sun shines bright.
For now, I must halt my morning...

 

An ice heaven waits for us.

Ice statues in paradise.

A party in the dark night.

I refuse to run from fright.

Guests twirl around the dance floor.

I can take this anymore.

No melting until the sun shines bright.

For now, I must halt my morning flight.

We must uncover The Dead creatures.

Behind masks, I can see their features.

They’re cold as death in the morning.

For me, they will soon be mourning.

But I must help to free our town.

I think this as I twirl around.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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