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
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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Walk through the gates.
A palace awaits.
Deserted it may be,
nothing is free.
The marble floors sparkle with light
through rooms of magic & delight.
Rooms furnished from the past
come alive as we walk past.
A dead man’s dreams of hope,
a man with no life or scope.
Only in darkness, he may survive.
Too bad he’s dead & not alive.
He waits for the end of time
in a house built on a rhyme.
THE DEAD GAME
A day at the beach.
The sea breeze soothes my aching soul.
Seagulls taunt me with their cries.
Cold water tickles my toes.
Sand flows through my fingers.
A day in Oasis, Florida.
A day at the beach
Before The Dead arrive.
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The waves rise in strength,
Converging on the town.
Translucent green towers
Swirling in a demented dance.
Clouds follow in their wake,
Growing cotton balls in grey.
Rumbles of thunder fill the air.
Lightning sparks rainbows of light.
Birds leave en masse,
Hurrying to leave the scene.
Oasis will soon fall
To The Dead and their thrall.
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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.
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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.
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