It comes with the sea
Following me to shore
Through the undead woods
And under the door.
A life of its own
Living in the house
In this coastal town
Alive from within.
Filled with dead bodies
And untold deadly sin.
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The clouds circle around
They bring the moon closer
And light up the windows
Where faces watch the night
How can this be real?
I don’t know what I feel.
He’s a demon to me,
who won’t set me free.
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Follow the lights to the house of glass.
There will be much splendor in the grass.
Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.
A more decadent event there could not be.
Champagne will be flowing until the wee hours.
Come with me and dance with the pretty flowers.
This room full of guests gives me a chill.
Maybe we should leave I’ve had my fill.
Eyes are following us in the room.
They will be upon us all too soon.
The guests are not what they appear.
Beneath they are just bones and hair.
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Take the road to Oasis.
A bright and sunny road
Filled with wishes and dreams.
No worries or despairs.
The Oasis Hotel waits with open arms.
High archways invite sea breezes.
Tourists lounge by the pool.
No worries or despairs.
Until night falls.
Dark shadows appear on the streets
And on the white-sanded beach.
No worries or despairs.
No worries or despairs
For those who take care.
Death for those who do not.
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Stop me.
Cage me.
Bury me.
Beneath the house.
In the dungeons.
I will return
And take back the town.
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Nomad
The light beckons to me,
Calls from deep in the sea.
I’m tempted you can see.
I do want to be free.
I step inside,
Nowhere to hide.
The walls move in.
It’s dark as sin.
A door opens right before me
To a sky as clear as can be.
People walk the streets.
Music throbs and beats.
It’s a town that resembles mine
With picturesque streets looking fine.
My friend stops to wave and walks to me.
I turn my gaze to the sand and sea.
How can this be?
This town can’t be.
A copy of my town.
I cannot help but frown.
As friends join the first,
My mind threatens to burst.
I can’t handle another dream.
It’s not as nice as it may seem.
My town has deadly powers buried inside
And now has an evil twin to join its side.
I cannot handle this anymore.
I had more than enough blood and gore.
The story continues in book two.
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Green grows deep in the forest,
slithering up the tall trees,
digging holes in the brown earth.
The earth rumbles and quakes,
yearning to free itself
from the shackles of green
tethered to its arms and legs.
Soon all is slathered in the lime color
as a green mist gathers and circles.
Come closer to touch my petals.
See how they are rough and pointy.
Move closer to my open mouth.
I am hungry for your sweetness.
A yummy meal to be had today.
An innocent flower I am not.
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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.
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