BEND TO THE WIND

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The trees bend to the wind.

Lightning flashes across the sky.

The rain drenches the town.

I’m safe and warm inside.

Nothing can reach me.

The storm ravages the land.

And I watch from my window.

I can’t be touched

Until…

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ENERGY OF LIGHT

Light in forest

ENERGY OF LIGHT

Light the night sky with your energy.

Waves of light to shock our senses.

Sizzling sounds to move our souls.

Darkness yearns to blacken the sky.

But the streaks of light persevere.

The moon lifts its face with a grin.

Thunder will be riding soon on its horse.

Mother Nature never misses a beat.

The light forewarns us of the coming storm.

POWERPLAY

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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.

DARK AS SIN

Friday the 13th is here.
There is nothing to fear.
My gargoyle friends are waiting.
Their stares are somewhat scathing.
But the night is still young.
The noose is already hung.
Bats fly around the old house.
They squeak like a little mouse.
Lightning...

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Friday the 13th is here.

There is nothing to fear.

My gargoyle friends are waiting.

Their stares are somewhat scathing.

But the night is still young.

The noose is already hung.

Bats fly around the old house.

They squeak like a little mouse.

Lightning sizzles as it plays.

Over the dark house, it stays.

Thunder rumbles in pain.

Loud noises but no rain.

The door opens wide.

There’s no place to hide.

We might as well go in.

inside looks dark as sin.

THE DEAD GAME

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SEEK SHELTER

The sky rumbles its pain.
The clouds shout out in vain.
The water bubbles hot.
It won’t forget you not.
Run from the hot flames of hail.
Try to hide to no avail.
Seek shelter from the storm.
This will be the new norm.
The Dead now run the town.
Chin...

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The sky rumbles its pain.

The clouds shout out in vain.

The water bubbles hot.

It won’t forget you not. 

Run from the hot flames of hail.

Try to hide to no avail.

Seek shelter from the storm.

This will be the new norm.

The Dead now run the town.

Chin up and dare not frown.

We must bow to their favor.

While we wait for our Savior.

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

 

DARKNESS ROLLS IN

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Dark skies are moving in.
The town is dark as sin.
Rumbling fills the humid air,
And The Dead will soon be here.
Hail begins to fall,
Big as a baseball.
Lightning joins the hot fray.
I’m not going to...

 

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Dark skies are moving in.

The town is dark as sin.

Rumbling fills the humid air,

And The Dead will soon be here.

Hail begins to fall,

Big as a baseball.

Lightning joins the hot fray.

I’m not going to stay.

We must escape this night

Before we lose the fight.

Wolf has come for me.

I’m as afraid as I can be.

THE DEAD GAME

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COMING FOR ME

I look out the window
and what do I see?
A storm growing in force
and coming for me.
Death comes to town.
It has its own name.
The one that I know
is called The Dead Game.
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I look out the window

and what do I see?

A storm growing in force

and coming for me.

Death comes to town.

It has its own name.

The one that I know

is called The Dead Game.

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HAMMOCK

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Calming blue waters.

Soft white sand.

Reclining on a hammock.

Enjoying the sunshine.

The bright blue sky.

The quiet.

Until—

Darkness descends upon us.

The trade winds turn violent.

Sand flies in our faces.

Rooftops fly above our heads.

We make a mad dash to town.

The sun hides her face.

Lightning joins the winds.

Where to hide?

The Town Hall waits.

Its front door stands open.

Inside is dark and quiet.

What awaits us now?

Windows shatter.

Shrieks fill the rooms.

Shadows fly by the tall windows.

We’re doomed.

 

THE DEAD GAME

ATTACK OF NATURE

 

Lightning hits the spot.

Thunder rumbles by.

Clouds flee in horror.

Sky turns black in fear.

End House is under attack.

Nature has its final say.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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