THEY’RE HERE TO STAY

Sentries

 

Look at the pretty sky.
Such beauty way up high.
Clouds drifting by so slowly
Like a shrine to what’s holy.

All of this will soon come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.

Dark shadows will descend onto the sand.
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem–all served with a frown.

Run for your life if you still can.
A danger for each and every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They didn’t come to play.

THE DEAD GAME

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WHO WALKS THE NIGHT?

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WHO WALKS THE NIGHT?

Who walks the night?
We shouldn’t have walked past the cemetery.
I can see dark shadows lurking.
Eerie lights flickering near the tombstones.
Too much activity for a place of death.
Too many shadows for a few headstones.

Who walks the night?
Night should be a time for reflection.
A time for silence.
When you could hear your own thoughts.
Your own heart pounding.
Not a time for dark shadows and footsteps.

Who walks the night?
The Dead do.
They wait for the moonlight.
They wait for the darkness.
Then they appear in all their glory.
Keepers of the night.
Phantoms of the night.

Who walks the night?
Not us anymore.
For soon we will be the next victims.
The next to fall prey to The Dead.
We shouldn’t have walked past the cemetery.
I hear footsteps.
Moving closer.

THE DEAD GAME


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FOOTSTEPS IN THE DARK

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FOOTSTEPS IN THE DARK

The town’s residents are all asleep.
My sleep is usually sound and deep.
But I hear footsteps to a stomping beat.
In the quiet town this is no great feat.

The Dead are now coming for us.
I should’ve left on the last bus.
Now I’m a goner lying here,
Waiting for the end to come near.

The house lights have gone out.
I want to scream and shout.
But fear has closed my throat.
I’m bleating like a goat.

I see a shadow by my door.
I do know what it is here for.
The sun has ceased to shine.
It’s come for me and mine.

THE DEAD GAME
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THE NIGHT COMES

The night comes soft and quiet.

Dragging its feet.

Lurking in alleys and hallways.

Hiding its long tresses.

Come to me, night.

Come to me, now.

I can’t wait anymore.

Your time on earth is limited.

Enter my domain.

A domain filled with darkness.

Filled with spirits, holding

their pent-up breaths for you.

Yes, come closer.

INTO THE WOODS

INTO THE WOODS

 

atraversso:</p><br /> <p>Beautiful  by Kevin Russ </p><br /> <p>The woods are mysterious.<br /><br /> Who knows what lurks inside<br /><br /> the dark shadows?<br /><br /> Are there spirits or ghosts?<br /><br /> Evil waiting to pounce on<br /><br /> unsuspecting victims?<br /><br /> Or maybe there’s just beauty<br /><br /> and warmth.<br /><br /> And maybe a deer or two.
atraversso:</p><br /> <p>Beautiful  by Kevin Russ </p><br /> <p>The woods are mysterious.<br /><br /> Who knows what lurks inside<br /><br /> the dark shadows?<br /><br /> Are there spirits or ghosts?<br /><br /> Evil waiting to pounce on<br /><br /> unsuspecting victims?<br /><br /> Or maybe there’s just beauty<br /><br /> and warmth.<br /><br /> And maybe a deer or two.
atraversso:</p><br /> <p>Beautiful  by Kevin Russ </p><br /> <p>The woods are mysterious.<br /><br /> Who knows what lurks inside<br /><br /> the dark shadows?<br /><br /> Are there spirits or ghosts?<br /><br /> Evil waiting to pounce on<br /><br /> unsuspecting victims?<br /><br /> Or maybe there’s just beauty<br /><br /> and warmth.<br /><br /> And maybe a deer or two.
atraversso:</p><br /> <p>Beautiful  by Kevin Russ </p><br /> <p>The woods are mysterious.<br /><br /> Who knows what lurks inside<br /><br /> the dark shadows?<br /><br /> Are there spirits or ghosts?<br /><br /> Evil waiting to pounce on<br /><br /> unsuspecting victims?<br /><br /> Or maybe there’s just beauty<br /><br /> and warmth.<br /><br /> And maybe a deer or two.
atraversso:</p><br /> <p>Beautiful  by Kevin Russ </p><br /> <p>The woods are mysterious.<br /><br /> Who knows what lurks inside<br /><br /> the dark shadows?<br /><br /> Are there spirits or ghosts?<br /><br /> Evil waiting to pounce on<br /><br /> unsuspecting victims?<br /><br /> Or maybe there’s just beauty<br /><br /> and warmth.<br /><br /> And maybe a deer or two.
atraversso:</p><br /> <p>Beautiful  by Kevin Russ </p><br /> <p>The woods are mysterious.<br /><br /> Who knows what lurks inside<br /><br /> the dark shadows?<br /><br /> Are there spirits or ghosts?<br /><br /> Evil waiting to pounce on<br /><br /> unsuspecting victims?<br /><br /> Or maybe there’s just beauty<br /><br /> and warmth.<br /><br /> And maybe a deer or two.
atraversso:</p><br /> <p>Beautiful  by Kevin Russ </p><br /> <p>The woods are mysterious.<br /><br /> Who knows what lurks inside<br /><br /> the dark shadows?<br /><br /> Are there spirits or ghosts?<br /><br /> Evil waiting to pounce on<br /><br /> unsuspecting victims?<br /><br /> Or maybe there’s just beauty<br /><br /> and warmth.<br /><br /> And maybe a deer or two.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

atraversso:

Beautiful by Kevin Russ

The woods are mysterious.
Who knows what lurks inside
the dark shadows?
Are there spirits or ghosts?
Evil waiting to pounce on
unsuspecting victims?
Or maybe there’s just beauty
and warmth.
And maybe a deer or two.

A DARK CASTLE

A dark castle.<br /> Imagine what stories<br /> its walls could tell if<br /> they could talk to us.<br /> Stories of the families<br /> who had lived there.<br /> Are there ghosts lurking<br /> inside these walls?<br /> Spirits who have unfinished business.<br /> Maybe we could see them roaming<br /> the empty halls at night.<br /> This what happens when you have<br /> an over-active imagination.

A dark castle.

Imagine what stories

its walls could tell if

they could talk to us.

Stories of the families

who had lived there.

Are there ghosts lurking

inside these walls?

Spirits who have unfinished business.

Maybe we could see them roaming

the empty halls at night.

This what happens when you have

an over-active imagination.