THE LAST ONE

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I search the night.

A lovely sight.

My wings are spread.

Don’t go to bed.

I see you scurry.

Don’t need to worry.

My talons reach for thee.

In the sky, you’ll soon be.

We’ll soar to my nest.

I will love you best.

I will be the last one you’ll see

before your eyes close for me.

PREY FOR THE DEAD

Can you see The Dead?

Shadows walk the town

while all are in bed.

HIde in your home

and turn a blind eye

while The Dead roam.

Bloodsuckers by night.

They walk among us.

No need to take fright.

👁️PREY FOR THE DEAD👁️

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TIME KILLS

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Time kills.

The Dead kill.

They play no favorites.

We all become victims.

Prey for their games.

Cages will entrap us.

Lost in a maze of rooms.

Welcome.

 

THE DEAD GAME 

 

THE DEAD WALKING

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A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.

Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.

Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.

THE DEAD GAME
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

 

THE DEAD AND GONE

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THE DEAD AND GONE

A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.

Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.

Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.

THE DEAD GAME
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

BLACK PETALS

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A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.

Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.

Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.

THE DEAD GAME
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj