THE SEARCH

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THE SEARCH

In the quiet summer night,

Light shining from a great height,

A search until morning light.

We hold firm with all our might

That we find what we’re searching for,

Before the night ends, shuts the door.

We need to find her before it’s too late.

We refuse to leave this up to mere fate.

A shout, a cry is heard in the dark.

It must be her alone in the park.

The light shines on her pretty face.

She sees us and picks up her pace.

She is crying and laughing at the same time,

A perfect ending to this story of mine.

A DOOR

 

 

A door among many others.

A family like all the others.

Eating at the dinner table.

Drinking wine.

Laughing.

But something is off.

The wine is blood.

The dessert are fingers.

A family not like the others.

THE DEAD GAME