I will fight.
I will fight the hunters.
I will fight to the death.
I will ride proud and free.
Man will not tame me.
I will not be ridden.
I will remain as free as the wind.
I was born free.
I will die free.
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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.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
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RISING FROM THE DEEP
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From under the sea
they have come for me.
Rising from the deep
they come when I sleep.
Through the small town, they roam,
looking for a new home.
Blending with tourists at day,
but at night they get to play.
Bloodthirsty as they are,
they don’t have to go far.
They take sustenance within reach,
leaving dead bodies on the beach.
Tourists flee the hotel
before they’re doomed to hell.
The evil one walks tall.
Our town will surely fall.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
I REACH FOR YOU
I reach for you.
I can’t touch you.
You are gone.
I must accept this.
There’s no coming back.
No second chances.
ALONE WITH NATURE
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Alone with nature,
a feeling like no other.
A sky filled with birds,
purple with the fading sun.
Sea breezes wrap around me,
cocooning me with their mist.
Life stands still for this picture,
a glimpse of heaven from above.
WILL MY WISHES COME TRUE?
I gaze at the night sky
at the bright lights so high.
Will my wishes come true?
Will I ever see you?
You appear in my dreams each night.
I yearn to have you in my sight.
I haven’t seen you for years.
But you’re always in my tears.
Would we have had a good life,
one without sadness and strife?
I won’t be able to ask you this.
I won’t be rewarded with this bliss.
I must be content with my dreams
as my life crumbles at the seams.
I keep my memories close inside.
Of my love, I have no need to hide.
STARRY NIGHT
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Starry Night Over the Rhone, Vincent van Gogh.
The night walks on tiptoes,
not wanting to wake the sleeping.
The water shimmers in silence
beneath the starry sky.
In the distance, lights flicker
from boats and buildings.
We walk the shore
in the hazy mist of lights.
Lights to comfort the weary
who can’t lay their heads to sleep.
We will walk until the dark blue
turns orange and yellow with sunrise.
Until the streets fill with others
on their way to begin their day.
Gone is the starry night
where silence hides hideous sins.
Time to retreat until the starry night
returns once more.
