quietmoodygirl: benjoyment: Last night’s Supermoon.
The moon creeps
through the maze of clouds,
a dark blanket
where stars sparkle and shine.
Time to welcome the dark shadows,
the nightwalkers,
the dreamers,
the ghosts of the past.
Welcome the night creatures
who are brave enough
to face the night.
For the night is here to stay.
Through the darkness.
Through the cemetery.
Through the deserted streets.
We walk the night.
In the dead of night.
In the moon’s glow.
In the dark shadows.
We walk the night.
Come close.
Come with us.
Come tonight.
As we walk the night.
THE DEAD GAME
Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.
The ocean may take it far away
To places, we cannot even say,
Where no one recognizes its sting
Or knows the infliction it can bring.
Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.
My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path on my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.
I hold my head high to the wet spray;
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.
Carl Rabus – Spassky Gate in Moscow (detail)
The clouds circle around
They bring the moon closer
And light up the windows
Where faces watch the night
Please don’t set.
Don’t remove your light.
Your warmth.
Your heat.
The nights are cold.
The shadows are long.
Don’t allow the moon its space.
It brings horror in its light.
Shadows in its path.
Please don’t leave me.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
The sun sets for the night.
The Dead rise up.
Time to run
before it’s too late.
The Dead take no prisoners.
The Dead Game
by ehsan-safavie
He comes in the night,
Ready for the fight.
He’ll slay us alive.
No one will survive.
His eyes burn blood red,
Gleaming in his head.
He leads The Dead right to me.
I won’t go on bended knee.
The creatures will be here.
Their footsteps are too near.
I bow my head to pray.
Let us live one more day.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
