Who sits on my shelf
each night?
Who casts shadows
on my bedroom wall?
I move closer.
I must see what it is.
The head moves.
Its hood falls back.
A doll’s face appears.
A yellow glow
in the darkness.
Red eyes turn to me.
Burning a hot hole
right through me.
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
How can this be real?
I don’t know what I feel.
He’s a demon to me,
who won’t set me free.
THE DEAD GAME
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.
THE DEAD GAME
Take the road to Oasis.
A bright and sunny road
Filled with wishes and dreams.
No worries or despairs.
The Oasis Hotel waits with open arms.
High archways invite sea breezes.
Tourists lounge by the pool.
No worries or despairs.
Until night falls.
Dark shadows appear on the streets
And on the white-sanded beach.
No worries or despairs.
No worries or despairs
For those who take care.
Death for those who do not.
THE DEAD GAME
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If we can’t fulfill our dreams in our daily lives,
Then we can achieve them in our writing.
We write short stories and novels
About evil creatures and deadly games.
That is precisely what I have done.
I picked an exotic locale.
I picked Florida.
Not exactly exotic but it has palm trees.
I grew up in a big city
But always wanted to live in a small town.
I created a small town
And called it, Oasis.
The main character is me.
I love books and bookstores.
The protagonist moves to Oasis
And opens a bookshop.
You get the idea.
The main character, Linda,
Is living my dream.
She makes friends and is happy.
Then my mind takes a darker turn.
Linda and her friends uncover secrets.
They’re pursued by dark shadows,
Caught in a quagmire of deceit and evil.
I have my small town
By the seashore,
Where fantasies come true,
And some just don’t.
This what happens to me
when I watch too many
horror movies.
Just when you think it’s safe
to step out from your bedroom.
When the howling and chanting
have finally subsided.
When all is quiet.
You put your foot down,
and then you realize that
it is not yet over.
THE END
Put on your mask.
Dress in your gown.
Step into your party shoes.
The dance is about to begin.
Music fills the mirrored room.
The band picks up the beat.
Dancers swirl under glowing chandeliers.
Rainbows of light reflect off the walls.
The room enlarges to accommodate the dancers.
The clock strikes midnight.
The music stops.
The dancers stand still.
The Dead Game has begun.
THE DEAD GAME
Chalet
A gingerbread house so quaint.
Disguised with colorful paint.
An evil group lives here.
And our town is so near.
They are Watchers for The Dead.
I’m afraid to go to bed.
Come and take a quick look
Or you can read my book.
THE DEAD GAME
