Blood runs smooth
with inky determination.
Filling the ocean
with its crimson red.
It arrives with the tides
to our sandy shores.
Walking the streets of town
with the rise of the moon.
Leaving dead bodies behind
in the wake of its path.
Returning the next night
to sprinkle blood once more.
THE DEAD GAME
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A cemetery so shy
the dead and gone pass it by.
The graves hide in shame
from its silly name.
No mausoleums to grace it,
or fine tombstones to enhance it.
Please stay away from here.
The dead don’t want you near.
I walk alone at night
when the moon is full height.
The sky black as tar,
but I won’t walk far.
I search for the shadow
on a road so narrow.
I want to see who he’s become;
The Dead leader, the evil one.
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No one answers our knock.
The front door drifts open.
I step into the dark hallway.
My friends close behind.
A dark staircase looms above us.
Gargoyles stand guard along its banisters.
Lights flicker from the right hallway.
A cold draft hits our left shoulders.
What should we do?
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A midnight so dark and blue.
It’s coming for me and you.
The tides are rising to a new height,
While fighting the shore with all its might.
The clear skies are dark blue.
The clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings us shadows and fears,
And people running away in tears.
Who is able to control the moon?
I’m afraid they’ll be here all too soon.
Dark shadows are descending on the shore.
They’re many but soon there will be much more.
I’ve heard about The Dead.
They fill my heart with dread.
It’s time to hide from death.
No time to take a breath.
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Shadows fill my room.
I’m going to swoon.
It looks like a woman.
But not at all human.
The town is scary.
It’s getting hairy.
Florida isn’t all fun.
Not a walk in the hot sun.
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Put on your mask.
Dress in your gown.
Step into your party shoes.
The dance is about to begin.
Music fills the mirrored room.
The band picks up the beat.
Dancers swirl under chandeliers.
Rainbows of light reflect off the walls.
The room enlarges to accommodate the dancers.
Until the clock strikes midnight.
The music stops.
The dancers stand still.
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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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Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925
The forest grows dark.
It has come alive.
Wooden arms reach for me.
Roots uncurl from the ground.
Trees shake and dance
to the moans of the wind.
Dark shadows follow me.
Moonlight teases me.
I’m trapped in hell,
where the sun doesn’t shine.
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The moon shines bright on us all.
It has made the sun’s face fall.
It takes over the night from now on.
No more heat from its favorite sun.
Oasis will exist in the dark.
It’s scary in this deserted park.
I must get home before it’s too late.
Before my fate is sealed on this date.
THE DEAD GAME
