DARK WINDOWS

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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

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A TOWN WITH BLOODY SECRETS

 


Look at the pretty sky.
Such beauty way up high.
Clouds drifting by so slowly
Like a shrine to what’s holy.


All of this will come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.


Shadows will descend onto the sand,
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem–all served with a frown.

Run for your life if you still can.
There’s death for each and every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They did not come to play.

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RISING FROM THE DEEP

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Glistening water so deep,

I see it in my half sleep.

Rays of white over it all,

Giving it a mighty pall.

What lives beyond the norm?

Something with a dark form.

It rises from the glowing wet.

It’s definitely not a pet.

With a body muscular and strong.

It could be Wolf but let me be wrong.

 

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AN INDIGO MIST

DON’T LEAVE ME

 

 

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.

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A BLUE MIDNIGHT

A midnight so dark and blue.
It’s coming for me and you.
The tides are rising to a new height,
While fighting the shore with all its might.

 

The clear skies are dark blue.
The clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings us shadows and fears,
And people running away in tears.

Who is able to control the moon?
I’m afraid they’ll be here all too soon.
Dark shadows are descending on the shore.
They’re many but soon there will be much more.

I’ve heard about The Dead.
They fill my heart with dread.
It’s time to hide from death.
No time to take a breath.

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COLD FEAR

 

 

How did I come to be here?

Cold wraps around me in fear.

No matter how far I walk,

I can hear them move and talk.

Muttering curses on me

with faces, I cannot see.

They surround me on each side.

There’s nowhere for me to hide.

I must get out of here soon.

Before the next full moon.

GOODNIGHT MOON

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All is pitch black

Until the moon finds us,

Hidden on this branch.

It hits us with its spotlight,

Blind us with its glow,

Reveals us to the night.

All we want is darkness,

Respite from the sun,

Sleep for the weary.

Goodnight moon.

 

I CRY ALONE IN THE NIGHT

 

I cry alone in the dark of night.

The sun refuses to share the light.

Lit by a fire from within.

Moonlight hits me like a sharp pin.

I grow paler by the day.

In this world, I cannot stay.

Without light, I will die.

My white petals will fly.

I’m left to be a thin stick

As I grow tired and sick.