ALONE IN A CEMETERY

cemetery shadows

ALONE IN A CEMETERY

The mist paints a grey.

Hissing winds sound fey.

The trees sway in tune

Under the blue moon.

With long robes, they sweep toward me.

Darker shadows they cannot be.

A statue looms in the distance.

I cannot offer resistance.

An angel turns her face to me.

A wicked grin for all to see.

Her white wings spread wide.

Time for me to hide.

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MY BEACON

BEacon of light

BE MY BEACON

There is a mist.
I can’t see.
All is blurry.
But yet,
I can see you.
You stand before me.

You are my beacon.
My hope.
Wait for me,
my love.
I will walk to you.
I can see nothing but you.

Be my beacon.
My hope.
My light.
In the darkest of nights.
Wait for me,
my love.

I’m here.
I’ve reached you.
But you’re gone.
A mist blurs the light.
I can’t see anything.
You’ve left me.

I never had you.
You were my one hope.
My last chance.
You never waited.
You never cared.
Time for me to give up.

I bow my head.
I’ve given up.
I will no longer reach
For what I can’t have.
I will no longer have hope.
The world goes dark around me.

FURY

cold wave


The ocean roars its fury.

Arms lift in supplication.

Waves bend sharp rocks.

No boats dare the swells.

Birds flee.

The sun hides.

Mist fills the air.

We wait.

Will we be worthy?

Is mankind ever worthy?

Will the waters recede for us?

The answer lies in the ocean’s depths of despair.

We bow our heads and pray.

NO SURVIVORS

They fly through the trees.
Over the deadly mist.
Landing in the forest.
Where no man walks.
No light penetrates.
No laughter follows.
The realm of The Dead.
Their nightly playground.
Games with no survivors.
THE DEAD...

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They fly through the trees.

Over the deadly mist.

Landing in the forest.

Where no man walks.

No light penetrates.

No laughter follows.

The realm of The Dead.

Their nightly playground.

Games with no survivors.

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

 

WALK IN SHADOW

WALK IN SHADOW
He walks in shadow.
Blending with the night.
Stalking his victims.
Lighter than air.
One with the mist.
Never seen.
Never caught.
Leaving death behind.
Come out in the light.
I know you can’t.
I know what you are.
Creature of the...

 

WALK IN SHADOW

He walks in shadow.

Blending with the night.

Stalking his victims.

Lighter than air.

Floating in the mist.

Never seen.

Never caught.

Leaving death behind.

Come out to the light.

I know you can’t.

I know what you are.

Creature of the night.

Come to me.

Your time on earth will soon end.

Come out of the shadows.

And face me.

All will know what you are.

The leader of The Dead.

Your time is at an end.

THE DEAD GAME

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SHACKLES OF GREEN

sweetd3lights:
“  By Iñaki Dominguez
”
Green grows deep in the forest,
Slithering up the tall trees,
Digging holes in the brown earth.
The earth rumbles and quakes,
Yearning to free itself
From the shackles of green,
Tethered to its arms and...

 

sweetd3lights:

By Iñaki Dominguez

 

Green grows deep in the forest,

Slithering up the tall trees,

Digging holes in the brown earth.

The earth rumbles and quakes,

Yearning to free itself

From the shackles of green,

Tethered to its arms and legs.

Soon all is slathered in the lime color

As a mist of green encircles us all.

 

HAZE

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Haze covers the town.

But please do not frown.

Secrets are concealed.

The Dead are revealed.

We come in the fog.

The mist we don’t hog.

We’ll share it with you.

A shimmering blue.

The moon shines its glare

On those who come here.

Frolic in the night.

Just keep in our sight.

THE DEAD GAME

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PUFFS OF PINK FOR ME

The fog yawns long and wide.
Flowers have given up the fight.
There is nowhere to hide
From grey’s terminal blight.
One tree withstands the night,
Growing to immense height.
No one else is in sight
to witness its lone fight.
Grey mist ends the...

 

The fog yawns long and wide.

Flowers have given up the fight.

There is nowhere to hide

From grey’s terminal blight.

 

One tree withstands the night,

Growing to immense height.

No one else is in sight

to witness its lone fight.

 

Grey mist ends the day.

Some color I must see.

Hanging in the grey,

Soft puffs of pink for me.

 

WALK IN SHADOW

undying-orchid:Row of Trees (1915) by Jan Mankes (Dutch, 1889—1920).

 

WALK IN SHADOW

Who waits in the dark?

Stalking its victims.

Blending with the night.

Walking in shadow.

Lighter than air.

One with the mist.

Never seen.

Never caught.

Leaving death behind.

Traces of evil.

Evil wrought on the town.

Who are you?

Come out in the light.

I know you can’t.

I know what you are.

Creature of the night.

Come to me.

And your time on earth will end.

For I protect the town.

I protect the innocent.

Come out of the shadows.

And face me.

All will know who you are.

The leader of The Dead.

Your time is at end.

THE DEAD GAME

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