Lights flicker non-stop,
Bodies block my way.
Darkness shows the truth
Never seen by day.
Horror clogs my throat,
A weak cry creeps out.
“How did I get here?”
I run as I shout.
Arms reach for me.
They want me to stay.
I refuse to join
the games The Dead play.
THE DEAD GAME
How did I come to be here?
Cold wrapped around me in fear.
No matter how far I walk.
I could hear them move and talk.
Muttering curses on me.
But faces I cannot see.
They surround me on each side.
There’s nowhere for me to hide.
I must get out of here soon.
Before the next full moon.
THE DEAD GAME
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Evil waits for you and me.
Beneath the tall cypress tree.
It comes in the dark of night.
Won’t leave without a good fright.
The mausoleum is dark.
We only came on a lark.
Time for us to run and go.
The wind says, “I don’t think so.”
THE DEAD GAME
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The waves are churning.
My face is burning.
What’s coming for me.
I don’t want to see.
It rises from the deep.
When all are fast asleep.
The Dead come ashore.
For me they’ve come for.
There’s nowhere to run or hide.
I refuse to take their side.
The Dead will not win.
They’re dripping with sin.
THE DEAD GAME
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I see the men.
They are walking.
Through the cold forest.
Moving closer to my house.
Snow swirls around them.
Their feet crunch on the ice.
There are four of them.
Why are they here?
Four men of the night.
The window mists from my breath.
It fogs my view of them.
I must run.
I must hide.
The four men.
THE HUNT
It comes slowly.
In the night.
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It speeds up.
You dash into a building.
An empty school.
It follows.
You can feel its presence.
You run faster.
Down the deserted hallways.
Checking the doors.
Locked.
You turn around.
Darkness descends.
The light grows too dim.
But I can see him.
He follows close behind.
But me he will not find.
I will hide in the tree.
He’ll think I’m out to sea.
The sun is setting.
Me, he’s not getting.
He’ll snatch another mortal.
Before he returns to his portal.
To his hole in the ground.
That’s where he will be found.
With his kind he will play
Until dawn the next day.
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A house balanced at the edge.
Daring all to enter its domain.
A black invitation in hand.
We go to the party.
Faced with deadly traps.
We run for our lives.
Down the rocks.
To the beach.
Winds bashing our faces.
Lightning lighting our way.
To the park.
To a gazebo lit by candles.
A hanging body inside.
Will this night ever end?
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THE MIST
The mist follows close at my heels,
Relentless in its pursuit of me.
Tall trees block my escape from this forest,
Trapping the sunlight amidst their leaves.
A trap waits for me at every turn,
Poison ivy and open holes among the lot.
I refuse to be trapped by the evil one,
The one who desires me most of all.
I will break free from his unearthly grasp,
His icy grip clutching me too close.
He might be the leader of The Dead,
But he will never be my mate for life.
I must make a run for it now,
For any later will be too late.
THE DEAD GAME
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A perfect night for a walk.
The moon is shining.
The stars are twinkling.
The graveyard is dark.
A mist weaves
through the graves.
A cold wind whips past me.
What’s happening?
Figures stand up.
Rising from the graves.
Time to end my walk.
They’ve surrounded me.
How did they move so fast?
They are transparent.
A dark figure stands
behind them.
A figure that isn’t transparent.
With a knife in his hand.
Time to run.
Too late.
A not so perfect night.
