WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

The trees of the forest shiver and shake,

their long limbs trembling for the next quake.

Their bodies blaze a glaring white

with tears frozen from their new plight. 

The world has become hard and cold.

My trembling body feels old.

Surrounded on four sides by white, 

the bright glare has blinded my sight.

White is the color of my nightgown

as I stand and shiver with a frown.

A shadow emerges from the trees.

I hope it is not him, pretty please.

My body moves forward against my will.

I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.

I dig my feet into the packed snow,

but I must go where the wind might blow.

MOONLIT FOREST

Walk with me

through the moonlit forest,

Our feet graze the blades of grass,

Held aloft by our love and passion.

Follow me through the endless night

To a land where no man walks.

Only creatures dark as the sky

Dare to venture forth alone.

Love has no bounds or shackles.

We will be free to display our passion,

Without fear from humanity,

As long as you belong to me.

Come with me, my ice princess.

Step away from the burning plains,

Where the heat burns your flesh,

And love is hampered by the living.

Wolf extends his hand toward me,

Words flowing from him,

His lips never uttering a sound,

But his meaning is clear.

We can be together,

But the other has followed us.

He will try to take me back

And never relinquish his hold.

His eyes burn red with passion.

Fire follows his footsteps,

Scorching a trail through the grass,

Melting his enemy’s cold trail.

They face each other.

Hot and cold from opposite poles,

Dueling until the end of time,

Fighting for me.

PREY FOR THE DEAD

LOST AT A CARNIVAL

 

LOST AT A CARNIVAL

A clown leers at me.

The knife-thrower aims 

and misses.

I run into a tent.

Mirrors surround me.

I flee into the darkness

and crash through a mirror.

I stand in a dark room.

The floor spins.

I grab for the walls.

My hands slide

on the slippery stones.

A hole opens in the ground.

It widens,

pulling me closer

to the abyss.

I’m falling.

 

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RED HOT WAVES

 

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Red hot waves lap at the shore,

bringing with it blood and gore.

Paradise has come to an end.

Death is right around the bend.

Florida will never be the same

once we play The Dead Game.

THE DEAD GAME

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SIREN’S CALL

 

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I walk alone each night.

The wind moans and howls,

but no one calls my name.

I walk alone each night,

waiting for the siren’s call.

But no one calls my name.

 

 

THE NIGHTS COME ALIVE

 

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LIPSMACKIN’ GOOD

 

Waiting for the night to fall.

You’ll be mine once and for all.

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FALLING

 

Into the tunnel, we are thrown.

Been more careful if I had known.

 

We’re falling down a dark abyss.

Please, someone, give us an assist.

 

We’re falling too hard and fast.

This nightmare better not last.

 

Our time has come to an end

As we fly around the bend.

 

The Dead are waiting for us below.

I can hear them yelling out hello.

 

We land with a thump and a bang.

I’m now facing a big fat fang.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

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A DOOR TO THE UNKNOWN

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A DOOR TO THE UNKNOWN

 

A door sits in Oasis, Florida.

It waits to be opened.

Step over the threshold.

You may step into a dream

of floating stars and planets,

or into your worst nightmare

of demons and the walking dead.

Be careful where you step.

 

THE DEAD GAME SERIES 

TIME TO SLEEP

 

Hello, it’s just me.

Sitting in the dark.

I’m fun as can be.

A day at the park.

I’m here when you sleep.

Your worst nightmare.

Can you see its legs

Climbing your hair?

Can you feel it? 

It is black and furry.

Don’t go back to sleep

Or you’ll see blurry.

Did it bite your neck?

I can see the mark.

Just a little peck.

The room goes dark.

BENEATH THE WAVES

 

Someone watches me from the water.

A head bobs in the shallow waves.

Yellow eyes sparkle in the sunlight.

A man rises from the waves.

A man in a wet suit.

The yellow spots must have been

a reflection from the sun.

Ouch.

I’m shot.

He shot me with a spear gun.

Too late.

I’m falling.

Will I wake to find

it had been a bad dream?

I hope so.