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The fog rolls in tonight.
Hold on real tight.
The moon is out to play.
The Dead are here to stay.
THE DEAD GAME
HOLD ON TIGHT
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A SIGH OF NIGHT
Epiphanie © Etienne Cabran
It’s here.
Too near.
A mist of white.
A sigh of night.
Through the window.
“You friend or foe?”
A cold touch of ice.
Doesn’t feel too nice.
It now whispers away,
“You’re not welcome to stay.”
I’m leaving now.
I don’t care how.
Fingers wrap around my neck.
On my cheek I feel a peck.
Could that be a kiss?
Wasn’t hard to miss.
I’m chilled to the bone.
I’ve turned to cold stone.
MIST
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Gone in the mist.
Gone from this world.
Lost in a rainbow of colors.
Dead to us.
Alive for others.
I AM AIR
I am smoke.
I am air.
Watch me fly.
Through the air.
Hold my breath.
Head held high.
You are alive.
And so am I.
THE MIST
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THE MIST
The mist follows close at my heels,
Relentless in its pursuit of me.
Tall trees block my escape from this forest,
Trapping the sunlight amidst their leaves.
A trap waits for me at every turn,
Poison ivy and open holes among the lot.
I refuse to be trapped by the evil one,
The one who desires me most of all.
I will break free from his unearthly grasp,
His icy grip clutching me too close.
He might be the leader of The Dead,
But he will never be my mate for life.
I must make a run for it now,
For any later will be too late.
THE DEAD GAME
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THE APPROACHING STORM
The storm is approaching the shore.
Dampness fills the air.
Mist sprays my face.
Strands of hair lift in the wind.
Thunder rumbles in the distance.
Flashes of light cross the darkening sky.
I can feel it.
I can smell it.
I can almost taste it.
CRASHING WAVES
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CRASHING WAVES
Waves crashing to shore.
I want more and more.
The mist in my face
Keeps me in this place.
The tides dare to peak,
Lulling me to sleep.
This is my spot for now.
Waves, I refuse to bow.
I stand strong on the rocks,
Time passes on the clocks.
Deserted house I might be,
But I stand alone and free.
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME —PART 10
Take me to the forest.
Please show me the way.
I need to find the house,
Where the evil play.
Their games have us all trapped.
They have us in a bind.
We must release our shackles
Before it’s hell we find.
The earth is giving away.
I’m slowly sinking into the ground.
To a god I must now pray.
I will soon be lost and never found.
My arms reach out to the sky above.
Nothing is there but green mist and fog.
I need help to get out of this mess.
I’m sinking into the squishy bog.
THE DEAD GAME
BLOOD MOON
BLOOD MOON
The moon is a foreshadow
Of things to come,
Frightening things,
Unhappy things.
Its red glow creeps through the trees
To the remote town,
Where all are asleep,
Feeling safe in their beds.
Creep, Creep, Creep,
The red mist spreads,
Down the streets
And into the homes.
The fog solidifies,
Forming dark shadows,
Shadows of the night,
Who have come to stay.
Game time!
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
WHAT IS IT?
WHAT IS IT?
It moves like the mist.
It’s transparent like a cloud.
It comes in the night.
It brings with it a cold wind.
What could it be?
It is shadow.
It is darkness.
It is The Dead.
Welcome to Oasis, Florida.
Where The Dead own the night.
THE DEAD GAME
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Nook
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SUSANNE LEIST 