LAMENT FOR THE DEAD

 

 

LAMENT FOR THE DEAD

Like a cold witches’ brew.
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.

Warm winds turn cold
As all become prey.
The young and old. 
For them, we must pray. 

Hell hath no fury
Like a demon scorned.
There is no jury
For a small town mourned.

Who will save Oasis
From ‘The Dead’ demons?
Who will now face us,
More dead or demons? 

Pray for us.
We are alone 
Come save us.
We must atone. 

THE DEAD GAME

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HE’S HERE

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What if Wolf isn’t dead?

Will he return to Oasis, Florida?

Will he bring an army?

The ground shakes.

Waves rise.

Thunder echoes through town.

Lightning flashes hot.

Leaves fall from trees.

Birds flee for their lives.

He’s here.

PREY FOR THE DEAD 

STAND AND FIGHT

  

No one can hear 

our screams of fear.

As the clock strikes midnight

we prepare to take flight.

Soon human blood will pour.

There’s nothing left to live for

unless we stand and fight

with all our hearts and might.

THE DEAD GAME

GOODBYE TO OASIS

 

THE DEAD GAME – Goodbye to Oasis

 

Big waves crashing to shore.
Can’t take anything more.
Water hitting my face.
I can’t keep this fast pace.

Creatures at my back.
My world turning black.
Fear filling me with dread.
It’s them – the walking dead.

Fleeing the streets of the town,
Sidewalks turn a muddy brown.
The horrors follow me,
Nowhere safe left for me.

I can see the church’s tower.
It used to be the town’s power.
Now it stands defeated and dark.
I must cut through the shadowed park.

What future holds for this poor town?
Where everything is upside down.
The Dead have come for us at last.
We will soon be part of its past.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE BLOOD MOON

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The blood moon is here.

It’s come for me.

Be sure to take care.

It’s come for you.

Red flies through the air.

It’s come for the town.

I can smell the fear.

Come with me, my dear.

THE DEAD GAME

BURNT ORANGE

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The sky burns orange.

Winds whip in a frenzy.

Waves rush in.

Birds flee the scene.

Palm trees bow their heads.

The sun retreats.

Say a prayer for us.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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