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

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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THE OTHER SIDE

 

 

 

THE OTHER SIDE

 

What’s on the other side?

Don’t be afraid or hide.

What will you see?

Will you be free?

 

Color replaces black,

But watch your friend’s back.

Night creatures out for fun

In the Florida sun.

 

Mansions to explore.

Parties and much more.

One step at a time.

And follow this rhyme.

 

And soon you will be there.

Who knew it was so near?

 

THE DEAD GAME

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

Source: PENNYWISE
SEND IN THE CLOWNS
A quiet hotel room.
Shabby furniture.
A dim light glows from
the bedside lamp.
A high-pitched sound
pierces the stale air.
The T.V. turns on.
A clown’s face appears.
He stares at you and says,
“Why are you...

 

Source: PENNYWISE

 

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

A quiet hotel room.

Shabby furniture.

A dim light glows from

the bedside lamp.

A high-pitched sound

pierces the stale air.

The T.V. turns on.

A clown’s face appears.

He stares at you and says,

“Why are you here?

How dare you enter my room.

If you don’t leave right away,

I will have to kill you.”

His hand reaches through the screen.

His body emerges.

He stands on the worn carpet.

You are no longer alone.

 

NEVER SLEEP

 

 

They never sleep.

They walk the nights.

They roam into your bedrooms

and your nightmares.

They haunt the hotel,

where the wealthy play.

They take from the best

to assuage their needs.

They never sleep.

They walk the nights.

They hide in their mansions

from the Oasis sunshine.

Dark shadows roam

the streets of our town.

They never sleep.

They walk the nights.

THE DEAD GAME

DESTINY CALLS MY NAME

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Destiny calls my name.

It brings me to this house.

Others are here.

Trapped in their nightmares.

Prisoners of their minds.

Frozen in this hell.

We will not succumb.

We will not allow 

Our fears to rule us. 

DARK ARE THE STREETS

Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre

 

 

Dark are the streets

By which they creep.

Silence is their goal.

Through the town, they go.

Bodies left behind,

Blood-dry we will find.

Church bells are tolling,

And heads are rolling.

Flee from this we must

Before we are dust.

THE DEAD GAME 

RED EYES

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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.

 

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.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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