Come to me, my sweet love.
From the heavens above.
I want to spend life with you.
One heart that will beat like two.
Come with me to our secret place.
I cannot wait to see your face.
Our love is honest and true.
Come to me from the dark blue.
Take me away in the soft breeze.
Let my fingers flow through your hair.
I want to see your warm smile.
I hunger for your loving touch.
Time for that is long past.
Victims of the battle we now are.
Hell is waiting for us both.
I can see his boat drifting offshore.
I will not let him take me.
I want to share paradise with you.
Warm breezes and soft winds
To wrap us tight in its cocoon.
No more glory to be had.
No more wins for our side.
Our losses are steep and many.
The mighty have fallen this night.
The sun has set for the evening.
It has not brought you back to me.
I will wait for all eternity
Until I have you by my side.
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN
THE DEAD GAME
My thoughts drift to him.
He fills me with longing.
Cold as the night air.
He returns for me.
I dare not go to him.
I must resist his lure.
Or my light will turn dark.
THE DEAD GAME
“Life goes on,
But how can I?”
Lost in her suffering in a town of despair,
Linda knows not how to release herself from here.
She gazes out at the big bright moon,
Knowing full well what it will bring soon.
“Please save us from the evil forces at bay.
We can’t live through this for even one more day.”
Will this night be the same as all the rest?
Fleeing through the night at someone’s behest.
Will they ever be safe again in their beds?
To lie down asleep and rest their weary heads.
“I see a light in the distance.
We can offer no resistance.
They are here for us all.
This night the town will fall.
THE DEAD GAME
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The fog rolls in tonight.
Hold on to me real tight.
The moon is out to play.
The Dead are here to stay.
The stars twinkle and shine.
Soon you will be all mine.
Beneath the silver moon,
We’ll join as fork and spoon.
No one is in our way
As we frolic and play.
The moon is my witness.
I love you, my princess.
Give me your hand.
Let me touch your fingers.
Feel the softness.
Revel in its texture.
I’ve been alone too long.
Not feeling a human’s touch.
A human’s warmth.
I’m cold to the touch.
But a fire burns inside.
Come to me.
Touch me.
THE DEAD GAME
To die alone is all I want,
To be free from the monster within.
Nature may have its tantrum,
But I refuse to yield to its master.
“Hell hath no fury like a women scorned,”
But hell has never met a woman scorned.
I will not surrender to the mighty winds,
Nor to the sleet and rain or even the snow.
I stand as strong and alone as the tree.
It has remained strong for generations,
Withstanding all the elements.
No one will take away our thunder.
The clouds dance around in their fury.
The rain falls as sharp pellets to the ground.
The winds whip around us in a rain dance.
But we stand strong against them all.
I can feel his presence.
I can feel his eyes watching me.
I will not be tempted or swayed
By his touch or his beauty.
Wolf alights upon the lone tree,
Lifting his head back to give a mighty roar.
I turn my face from his massive body,
I don’t want to fall into his trance.
He leaps to the ground to stand before me
In all his beauty and shining glory.
All who see him succumb to his charms
And fall prey to his whims.
Not me.
I alone refuse to give in.
I love another who is kind and giving,
Who is not a monster but a man.
He crushes his body against mine.
He envelopes me with his fresh scent.
I’m cushioned by his muscular chest and arms.
It would so easy to give in to this man.
No! He isn’t man but beast.
A vampire who plays games with human lives,
Who kills for the thrill of it.
I must fight to stay free.
Wolf holds me closer.
His lips move against mine.
I am losing myself to his touch.
Falling in thrall to his beauty.
THE DEAD GAME
