TO DREAM

 

 

 

When night comes softly
On feet as light as air,
I can see clearly
Of what I shouldn’t care.

Alone on this hilltop
With the embracing cold,
Boundaries cannot stop
Me from being so bold.

I want to look at the night,
Gaze out into the unknown,
Dare to dream of my flight,
And dream of where I have flown.

Secrets hidden in darkness,
Beneath a cloak of despair.
Shadows roaming in blackness,
A striking and deadly pair.

At night I can roam free
And sail forth on gossamer wings.
Be all that I can be
No matter what the dark night brings.

 

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DARE TO DREAM

I want to look at the night,
Gaze out into the unknown.
Dare to dream of flight,
A dream of being unknown.

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
Under the cloak of my hair.

At night I can roam free
Without the hindrance of others.
I can leap over castle walls,
Past the slombering mothers.

Looking down at all below me,
Sleeping in their beds of down,
I can see how I am different
As my eyes sweep the town.

ARMIES OF RED

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I stand alone.

In armies of red.

To face the night.

While others are dead.

 

Come no closer.

Fear my open face.

Stay away from here.

But they quicken their pace.

 

Tomorrow will be here soon.

l am all that is left.

Bow your heads in prayer.

Thank the gods for the rest.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

THE DARK FOE

Dark day
Source: hiraeeeth

 

Night drifts closer.

Black replaces blue.

Clouds fall slowly.

A dark day for you.

 

Grey clouds soak the pink.

The waves hit the shore.

I know what you think.

You can’t take much more.

 

Truth is hard to bear.

Our town lost its glow.

Nightwalkers are here.

Lost to the dark foe.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

PUPPET

puppet

areyou-stillawake
Puppet Master 2 (1991)

I wake from a deep sleep.

I look across the room.

To a shelf high up.

A puppet sits there.

Its head pops up.

The head spins around.

It can’t be real.

A wooden puppet can’t be alive.

Then it speaks.

In a deep voice.

“Time to play,” it says.

I run to the door.

No!

It’s standing before me.

Taller than me.

Arms reaching for me.

A gleam in its black eyes.

It can’t be.

But it is.

It’s alive.

THE END

The End

Life has come to an end.
Time has run out for me.
Evil one of the night,
He is strong as can be.

The winds rise in fury,
Calling him by his name.
He is known as the Wolf,
Who made The Dead Game.

A hand grabs hold of me.
Wolf has taken me down.
To his dark netherworld,
To tunnels under the town.​

I roam the bleak dungeons.
Death wants to be my friend.
I refuse to drink blood,
On this, ​I will not bend.

In this maze of horror,
I track it round and round.
I will seek a way out
Till I fall to the ground.

My love must soon find me.
Please, Todd, ​take me from here.
The walls are closing in,
One more night I can’t bear.​

THE DEAD GAME

I WALK ALONE

I Walk Alone
Source: f0r-you

I WALK ALONE

I walk alone each night.

Far from my bed, I roam.

I cannot fall asleep.

I wander far from home.

The moon is my lone shadow.

My only company as I walk.

I keep my eyes to the ground.

I have no one with whom to talk.

I shiver from the cold wind.

My fingers are tinged blue.

I seldom pass anyone.

Strangers are far and few.

My journey ends at your door.

No courage to ring the bell.

I stand across the street.

As I ponder my own hell.