BEYOND THE GATE

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A gate in the woods,

Majestic between the trees.

A doorway asks to be crossed.

A force pulls me to the other side.

Cold air tingles on my bare skin.

Grass crunches beneath my feet.

Sounds are magnified.

New smells stream through my nostrils.

I feel alive.

I feel strong.

I feel empowered.

I walk to meet The Dead.

I sense their presence.

The night brings them.

I will face them.

They will rule no more.

THE DEAD GAME

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Book 2 will determine their fate.

A CURL OF THE WAVE

 

 

The Dead are dancing,

swooping down with joy.

They love Oasis.

Florida belongs to them.

They rule the night.

Lightning follows in their wake.

Thunder blows its trumpet.

We bow to their might.

You can see the joy

in the curl of the wave.

THE DEAD GAME

 

HERE COMES THE MOON

HERE COMES THE MOON

Here comes the moon.
Taking the place of heat.
Bringing with it a coldness.
A darkness.
Up it goes into the sky.
Towering above us all.
Ruling over its domain.
Some nights it reveals its full face.
Other nights it hides in the shadows.
While it watches.
Watches us.
While we wait for the heat to return.

SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST?

SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST?

 
 
Maybe this is the way it is supposed to be.

The animals on the outside, looking in at us.

Do we deserve to be the ones in control?

What if the animals called the shots.

And then I see someone do something out of the

goodness of their heart, and I have hope for mankind.