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Soon you’ll join us.
Walkers of the night.
Seekers of the dark.
Stand straight.
Claim what is yours.
Before the morning light.
THE DEAD GAME
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WALKERS OF THE NIGHT
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FACES TO THE SKY
Faces to the sky.
Lift them way up high.
Smiles so bright and wide.
You’ve nothing to hide.
Yellow hair to the sun.
It’s time to have some fun.
Long, green leaves clap to the song.
This morning, nothing is wrong.
Deep roots rumble in the ground.
To a beat, you’ve lost and found.
A field of dancers shakes the earth.
I watch as I bubble with mirth.
THE GATES
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THE GATES
The gates encircle the property,
Their sharp edges pointing to the sky.
They deter all visitors,
Keeping the evil inside.
The house holds many secrets,
Some strange and unbelievable.
Windows are eyes to the soul
And mirrors to the unknown.
End House has invited us,
Extending a fancy invitation.
Do we dare follow our curiosity,
Or listen to our pounding hearts?
We are here for the night.
Time will only tell.
Whether we make it to morning
In this unholy hell.
THE DEAD GAME
A NEW BEGINNING
A NEW BEGINNING
The rain hits the puddles
in staccato rhythm.
A constant
and mesmerizing sound.
Tree branches hang low,
weighed down with water.
Flowers lift their shiny faces
for their morning washing.
The cold, crisp rain
refreshes and renews.
The clouds dry out.
The sun returns
to brighten the day.
The air smells clean.
A new day dawns.
A new beginning.
WAIT FOR THE NIGHT
Wilting.
Dry.
Strength taken
by the hot sun.
Need moisture.
Need shade.
Wait for the night.
Wait for the moon
to soothe your pain.
Dew in the morning to
to quench your thirst.
Be ready for a new day.
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.
PICTURE PERFECT
DEATH
DEATH
Death is coming.
I wait in the darkness.
I can’t close my eyes.
I can hear the raindrops.
Pitter, patter, pitter, patter.
I can hear my heart.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
On and on its goes.
Through the dark night.
Will the morning ever come?
THE MOON
DARE TO DREAM
I want to look at the night,
Gaze out into the unknown.
Dare to dream of flight,
A dream of conquering it all.
When night comes softly
On feet as light as air,
I can see more clearly
Of what I can dare.
Alone on this hilltop
With the embracing cold,
I will leap past boundaries
That I have created of my own.
Darkness hides all secrets
Beneath its cloak of despair.
Secrets that lie safe and secure
Until the morning light.
At night I can roam free
Without the hindrance of others.
I can leap over castle walls,
Sail forth on gossamer wings.
Looking down at all below me,
Sleeping in their beds of down,
I can see how I am different
And can never fit into the mold.
