WHO SITS THERE?

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...

 (Source: stone-pig)

 

 

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 hole

through my heart.

 

 

The Battle for Oasis

Let the darkness lull me to sleep,
with dreams of red sunsets.
Clouds drifting on cotton balls,
encircling me with their softness.

Let the moon’s face shine on me,

making me feel safe and secure.      
The stars twinkle in merriment,
ready to tackle the night.

The day brings a new enemy

to our peaceful shore.
A dark kingdom will rise up,
a new kingdom for The Dead.

A hooded figure approaches me,
his gait slow and sure.
He slowly pulls back his hood
to reveal the creature beneath.

“You have waited for me, dear one.
I will have my ice princess at my side.” 
Wolf quickens his stride to reach me,
But I turn my face away.

I peek through my eyelashes

At his beautiful face.
He abruptly turns around

To summon his army.
Over his shoulder he whispers,
“I’m so sorry you will
fall in battle like the others.
Goodbye, my ice princess.”
What form will Wolf take on in book 2?
You will soon find out.

THE DEAD GAME      

TIME TO SLEEP

Time to sleep

 

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.

I’m your worst nightmare.

Do you see that creep

Climbing up your hair?

 

It’s a big spider,

Black and so furry.

Just don’t roll over

Or you’ll see blurry.

 

Did he bite your neck?

I can see the mark.

Just a little peck.

Enough to go dark.

 

TIME TO SLEEP

DANCE WITH THE MOON

The moon brings out the best in us,
reflecting our inner thoughts and desires.
Some may howl at the moon.
Others are impelled to dance.
Dance until the sun rises.
Dance until your limbs grow tired.
Dance until you feel at peace,
at peace with the world.

THE NIGHT

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The night is here.

The moon creeps forth

through the thick maze of clouds.

The stars sparkle in the dark

blanket of sky.

Welcome the dark shadows.

The night walkers.

The dreamers.

The ghosts of past years.

Those who walk the earth

in the dead of night.

Welcome night creatures.

All who are brave enough

to face the night.

For the night is here to stay.