RED LACE
I will lay down my head to sleep
Beneath a canopy so deep.
Soft leaves curl around my face,
Covering me in red lace.
Sticks of trees protect my sides.
Perfect place for one who hides.
The sun peeks in between the red,
The rays of sunshine warm my head.
THE DEAD GAME
Cape Cod July 2013_-60 (by jackfrench)
Sunset brings shadows with the night.
Birds of prey take off in dark flight.
Hues of red fill the night air.
High-pitched howls sound too near.
Residents hide behind locked doors.
Is that blood seeping through the floors?
The forest rumbles with song and laughter.
Night parties filled to every rafter.
Limousines line the path to the glass house
Glass statues watch them, quiet as a mouse.
Dancing halts at the strike of midnight,
Twirling figures freeze in the moonlight.
THE DEAD GAME
A beautiful fall day.
A pebbled path through the red.
I’ve come outside to play.
Fantasies flow through my head.
The leaves glitter red
Until the day turns dark.
I’m safe in my bed,
A red swirl in the park.
Rain pelts the park.
The wind cackles.
I flee in the dark
On raised hackles.
The path is gone.
Night has come too soon.
The path is gone.
Lost in the full moon.
Red is the blood flowing
through your veins.
Red is the sun’s last ray
as it sets for the day.
Red is my vision as
I watch you play.
Red is the desire
I feel for you each day.
Red is your blood now
flowing through my veins.
The road ahead is wet and slippery.
I follow the red, blinking lights.
My eyelids hang heavy.
My yawns grow wider.
The lights blur together
forming a raging fire.
It fills my windshield.
I sit forward in the red halo.
I must stay awake.
Red flows free
from the ocean
and through the town.
Red seeps into windows,
along the stairs,
And into your beds.
Red sucks dry
the innocent,
the sleeping.
Red takes all.
THE DEAD GAME
