THE DEAD AND GONE

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...

 

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

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THE DEAD AND GONE

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

CAN YOU SEE IT?

blackoutraven:

 

Can you feel it?

It circles the town.

On windswept nights.

Low in the darkening shadows.

Waiting and watching.

For the perfect moment.

When the moon rides high.

And the stars twinkle bright.

Death will make its entrance.

Circling closer to its prey.

Claws extended.

Beak facing down.

Its clutch sharp and pointy.

Shana dangling from its grasp.

Who will save us now?

The Dead are here to stay.

THE DEAD GAME

 

Kindle

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Nook

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EYES TO THE WIND

The raven waits.

Sitting on its perch.

Eagle eyes to the wind.

Who is he waiting for?

Will he know when he sees it?

Wait.

His wings are spreading out.

About to take flight.

He lets out a screech.

He’s looking…

He’s looking at me.

Time to go.

CAN YOU SEE ME NOW?

I am hiding.

I am shy.

I am camouflaged.

No one will ever find me.

Except for maybe the fly,

who insists on buzzing around me.

The sun has spotted my spots

with its rays of sunshine.

The bird is eying me with 

its black eyes.

But otherwise,

I’m safely hidden from sight.

Hidden from humans.

What am I?

Could you tell what I am?