Dark & Stormy by mrjones131 on Flickr.
Grand Cayman
A sizzle lights up the night sky
Followed by thunder up so high.
The black clouds rumble in dismay,
Crumbling like figures of clay.
Red soon joins the purple light,
Gearing up for a loud fight.
The sea’s quiet below,
Keeping its head down low.
We are in for a charged night
As nature gears for a fight.
THE VICTIM
I step out from the restaurant
From where there had been light.
Now there is darkness,
A dark alley.
Dark shadows move and sway.
I can hear my own footsteps
Clicking on the cobblestones.
But there are other footsteps,
Following close behind me.
Too close.
Lights shimmer up ahead.
I run toward them.
Then I’m down.
Face to ground.
The lights go out.
e n e r g y
A fence for protection
To keep out the raging storm.
We will be safe and dry.
This has gone beyond the norm.
Faces raised in fury,
The waves reach a new height.
They attempt to break through.
They fight with all their might.
We will stay for the duration.
We refuse to flee our homes.
Out come the flashlights,
We’ve lost our lights and phones.
This storm won’t defeat us.
The next one won’t either.
We stick together as one
Until the day is won.
The hallway waits.
It beckons.
It calls to me.
Green lights the way.
Doors open and close.
Cries fill the air.
A coldness descends.
Then total silence.
I inch forward.
Step by painstaking step.
I peer into a room.
A bed in an empty room.
The next room holds a wheelchair.
It turns.
Empty.
A green light glows.
From the room ahead.
Sounds of voices.
I move closer.
Until I can see inside.
Surgery is being performed.
On a skeleton.
By smiling people.
People who fade in and out.
Ghosts.
Time for me to leave.
I’m on the bed.
The ghost are looking down.
At me.
Too late.
Follow The Lights to “THE DEAD GAME”
Follow the lights to the house of glass.
There will be much splendor in the grass.
Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.
A more decadent event there could not be.
Champagne will be flowing until the wee hours.
Come with me and dance with the pretty flowers.
This room full of guests gives me a chill.
Maybe we should leave I’ve had my fill.
Eyes are following us in the room.
They will be upon us all too soon.
The guests are not what they appear.
Beneath they are just bones and hair.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
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Nook
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Dream a little dream.
An orange sun
Setting over the ocean.
A jagged cliff
Showcasing a lighthouse.
A light casting its glow,
While waiting for a ship.
Waves lapping at the rocks,
Trying to climb the steep fortress.
Clouds rolling in over the mountain,
Attempting to hide the light.
The red ball slowly falling,
Losing some of its fire.
A ship appearing in the distance,
Seeking the lone light.
The light blinking in sequence,
A lighthouse’s signal.
Dream on.
Lightning hits the water
with long fingers so fine.
It glistens in the sky
with its curvaceous spine.
Sizzle goes the sound,
electric in the air.
It crisscrosses the sky
with its own savoir-faire.
THE SEARCH
In the quiet summer night,
Light shining from a great height,
A search until morning light.
We hold strong with all our might
That we find what we’re searching for,
Before night ends and 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.
I was in a deep, deep sleep.
Didn’t hear a single peep.
Until lightning strikes lit up the sky.
Followed by thunder claps turned on high.
The winds uprooted the trees.
Bringing them down to their knees.
What has happened to our poor, little town?
The ocean waves have turned from blue to brown.
Dark shadows are moving in from the shore.
I don’t know what else The Dead have in store.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
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Nook
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj
The lights turn on in the room so dark.
We came here for a dare and a lark.
The rooms are deserted and cold.
Ghosts would be present we were told.
All we see are dust and deserted rooms.
No one has lived here in so many moons.
The quiet is unnerving and thick.
Time for us to leave this scene real quick.
Something doesn’t feel right.
We must turn and take flight.
Before the noise from above
Thinks we are her lost love.
The weeping woman is coming near.
She dances and chuckles at our fear.
The doors and windows are locking.
Our escape the ghost is blocking.
