THE DEVIL HIDES HIS FACE

 

He has come for me.

I’ll never be free.

He comes this night.

Fear at first sight.

He claims his love.

But he’s no dove.

He’s evil as can be.

Always searching for me.

I must hide until morning.

Or the town will be mourning.

The devil hides his face.

I know his deadly pace.

His footsteps ring hollow.

Steps quicken to follow.

He sings a sweet song.

I know I’m not wrong.

The devil is right behind me.

Even though his face I can’t see.

He has me in his grasp.

I cry out with a gasp.

He kisses me with passion.

I know this is his fashion.

To take what is not his.

And make me only his.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE PIANO PLAYS

 

 

The house welcomes us.

The piano plays.

The keys dance.

The walls moan.

A long night ahead.

 

THE DEAD GAME 

DEMON ROCK

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Demon rock.

Demon paradise.

A long lost fantasy,

Now as cold as ice.

 

Who goes there?

Who walks the night?

I can hear your moans,

Your grunts and sighs.

 

Show yourself tonight.

I want your kind dead.

The sun will rise,

But you won’t.

 

STEP INSIDE

Step into my world
of vampires and witches.
Demons who walk the nights.
The door waits for you.
Step through to the other side.
Visit a dimension not known by man,
Where dreams become reality
And horror replaces the mundane.
Welcome to The Dead...

 

Step into my world

of vampires and witches.

Demons who walk the nights.

The door waits for you.

Step through to the other side.

Visit a dimension not known by man,

Where dreams become reality

And horror replaces the mundane.

Welcome to The Dead Game.

Your dreams will soon be ours.

THE DEAD GAME 

 

END HOUSE AT OASIS

 

 

End House sits alone and deserted.

Shutters torn and hanging.

Furniture upended.

Shattered pictures.

Shattered dreams.

What happened to the family?

 

Open the door.

Walk up the battered staircase.

Past the broken statues.

A sigh follows my hesitant steps.

A wind whistles through the empty rooms.

Dust swirls in mounds on the wood floors.

 

A scream rips through the rooms below.

Has the family returned,

Or am I the next victim?

The sound of footsteps on the stairs.

I must run.

I must hide.

 

They’re back.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

DARKNESS DESCENDS

 

 

Darkness descends this night.

Slithering through the grass,

It prepares for the fight.

A fight to the death for some,

For others a fight for what’s right.

The town waits with bated breath,

The sides position for the fight.

The evil one leads the way,

A greater force held at bay.

He walks into the clearing,

Soon others will join the fray.

He has come for me this night,

A shadowy form flits by.

It takes on his dreaded form,

Scooping me up to the sky.

We fly high above it all,

Rooftops passing in a rush.

I soon find myself falling

And landing in the thick brush.

I wake up in my own bed,

Happy I’m alive and free.

I fear for the dreaded night

When Wolf does come for me.

THE DEAD GAME

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I AM OFF TO FLORIDA

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I’m off to Oasis, Florida.
We’ll see if there are demons,
flying creatures, & disappearing bodies.
I’ll find out the truth.
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HE HAS COME FOR ME

evil one

HE HAS COME FOR ME

Do my eyes deceive me?
Can this be true?
A creature is stalking me
Through the dark streets.

Eyes black as night,
Cries as soft as the wind,
Sharp claws tapping a sad melody.
It draws closer to me still.

The mansion’s gates yawn open.
My feet leave tracks in the mud,
Handprints where I fall in my haste.
Salty tears splash on the rocks.

The mansion waits in its dark glory
For the innocent and weary.
It sheds its shell like a caterpillar,
But no butterfly does it become.

The creature gains ground,
A stalker in its feline prance.
Whiskers pointed to the wind,
Skulking closer to me.

One last stumble for me
As my knees graze the rocks.
My fingers climb the steps,
Digging deep into the dirt.

I turn one last time.
The dark one stands up,
Reaching its full height.
On two feet it stands tall.

Yellow eyes glisten in the dark,
No whiskers to follow my scent.
White skin for black fur,
Laughter falls from his lips.

He has come for me,
Walking on muscled legs.
Sure and strong is his gait
For no more does he crawl.

“Come to me!” he says.​
“No more games for us to play.”
His hand reaches for mine
As I back away from his touch.

“I refuse to belong to you.”
My voice shakes in despair.
I will not follow him
To the land of beyond.

The house swallows me whole.
A maze of rooms for shelter,
I am hidden inside its walls.
Darkness shields​ me from harm.

THE DEAD GAME

NIGHTMARES

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My nightmares haunt me.

They torment me each night.

They follow me,

Giving my heart a fright.

I’ve put my demons in my book

To ease my troubled mind.

Why don’t you take a closer look,

And see what you can find.

THE DEAD GAME

THE DARK STREETS OF TOWN

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“  Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre
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Dark are the streets
By which they creep.
Silence is their goal.
Through the town, they go.
Bodies left behind,
Blood-dry we will find.
Church bells are tolling,
And heads are...

Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre

 

Dark are the streets

By which they creep.

Silence is their goal.

Through the town, they go.

Bodies left behind,

Blood-dry we will find.

Church bells are tolling,

And heads are rolling.

Flee from this we must

Before we are dust.

 

THE DEAD GAME