A RED GLOW

red glow

Alexander Calder, Sumac V. 1953.

 

A glow in the night

will lead me astray

from the moon’s light

to where I can’t say.

 

Bloody prints mark the way

to a small town on the shore.

At the end of the day,

we are at the devil’s door.

 

Time has no meaning or reason.

You can travel forward or back.

Death will follow with each season.

It is past time for me to pack.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

 

THE PARTY

 

 

A luxury yacht sails the ocean.

Aboard are many guests,

Dressed in jewels and ball gowns.

Champagne flows freely.

Music fills the night air.

Bodies fall into the water,

Some are swimming,

And some are not.

Blood trickles into the water,

Covered by the moon’s shadow.

Cries increase in tempo

Until silence sweeps the dark ship.

THE NIGHT

quietmoodygirlbenjoyment: Last night’s Supermoon.

 

The night is here.

The moon creeps 

through a thick maze of clouds.

The stars sparkle

in the dark blanket of sky.

Welcome the dark shadows.

The night walkers.

The dreamers.

The ghosts of past years.

Those who walk the earth

in the dead of night.

Welcome the night creatures.

All who are brave enough

to face the night.

For the night is here to stay.

MOON SHADOW

 

thedeadgameblog:
“ MOON SHADOW
I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My...

 

thedeadgameblog:

MOON SHADOW

I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.  
I will try with all my might  
To live in the bright sunlight. 
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.  
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.  
My petals are white as snow  
Because of this fact I know. 
I will never be awake at day  
No matter how hard I wish and pray.  
For I live in the shadow of the moon   
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

 

 

DANCE WITH THE MOON

 

The moon brings out the best in us.

It reflects our inner thoughts and desires.

Some may howl at the moon,

while others are impelled to dance.

Dance until the sun rises.

Dance until your limbs grow tired.

Dance until you feel at peace,

at peace with the world.

UNTIL THE MORNING LIGHT

 

The moon shows its head.

It’s past time for bed.

It casts a yellow glow.

I can hear the winds blow.

Time for me to go inside.

There must be places to hide.

Until the morning light.

When the sun burns so bright.

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HERE COMES THE MOON

HERE COMES THE MOON

Here comes the moon.
Taking the place of heat.
Bringing with it a coldness.
A darkness.
Up it goes into the sky.
Towering above us all.
Ruling over its domain.
Some nights it reveals its full face.
Other nights it hides in the shadows.
While it watches.
Watches us.
While we wait for the heat to return.

THE STATUE

THE DEAD GAME

What a beautiful garden.

The moon is shining down from above.

The wind is rustling the leaves.

It is quiet.

I’m alone.

The silence is broken

by crying sounds.

I thought I was alone.

The rest of the guests are inside.

There are statues up ahead.

Wait.

One statue is bent over.

It’s an angel.

And it’s crying.

With real tears.

How could this be?

It could be if it’s Oasis.

Stranger things

have happened here.

Do these statues

come alive at night

and become one of The Dead?

Have they been

stalking us at night?

She’s lifting her head.

I’m getting out of here.

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