THE WITCHING HOUR

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It’s the witching hour

 

 

Welcome to the witching hour

As witches amass their power.

They are good for Oasis.

Know them on first-name basis.

I cannot promise or swear,

But they’ll rid The Dead from here.

They can cast spells to kill The Dead.

Better than hiding in your bed.

Beautiful they are all.

This night The Dead will fall.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE VICTIM

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THE VICTIM
I step out from the restaurant
From where there had been light.
Now there is darkness,
A dark alley.
Dark shadows move and sway.
I can hear my own footsteps
Clicking on the cobblestones.
But there are other...

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THE VICTIM

I step out from the restaurant

From where there had been light.

Now there is darkness,

A dark alley.

Dark shadows move and sway.

I can hear my own footsteps

Clicking on the cobblestones.

But there are other footsteps,

Following close behind me.

Too close.

Lights shimmer up ahead.

I run toward them.

Then I’m down.

Face to ground.

The lights go out.

 

WELCOME TO THE PARTY

flickering candles

Follow the candles

WELCOME TO THE PARTY

 

Candles along the stairs,

Keepers of the dark night.

We’ve come for the party

With no one else in sight.

 

More candles down the hall,

Their eerie lights flicker.

Empty rooms greet us as

We begin to bicker.

 

The basement door stands open.

We argue and make a fuss.

We agree to take the stairs

As the door slams behind us.

 

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

THEY’RE HERE TO STAY

Sentries

 

Look at the pretty sky.
Such beauty way up high.
Clouds drifting by so slowly
Like a shrine to what’s holy.

All of this will soon come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.

Dark shadows will descend onto the sand.
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem–all served with a frown.

Run for your life if you still can.
A danger for each and every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They didn’t come to play.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE DEEP

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BLUE DEPTHS
Falling to the deep.
I cannot find sleep.
I thrash in the cold.
In the devil’s hold.
Water covers my face.
A dark and creepy place.
I struggle for air.
Current takes my hair.
I’m drowning in my...

 

luxuryandlife:

♕ Luxury and Life ♕

 

BLUE DEPTHS

Falling to the deep.

I cannot find sleep.

I thrash in the cold.

In the devil’s hold.

Water covers my face.

A dark and creepy place.

I struggle for air.

Current takes my hair.

I’m drowning in my bed.

It is all in my head.

 

THE DARK FOE

Dark day
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Night drifts closer.

Black replaces blue.

Clouds fall slowly.

A dark day for you.

 

Grey clouds soak the pink.

The waves hit the shore.

I know what you think.

You can’t take much more.

 

Truth is hard to bear.

Our town lost its glow.

Nightwalkers are here.

Lost to the dark foe.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

WHO SITS THERE?

Who sits there?
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WHO SITS THERE?

Who sits there in the darkness?

No movement in the blackness.

As still as a fox waiting to pounce.

No hint of a ruffle or a flounce.

A soft sigh can be heard in the air.

Are those slithering snakes in her hair?

Shadows coast along with the circling dust.

The walls trickle with blood or maybe rust.

The ghostly form stands up to meet us.

She can be the hostess to greet us.

A deserted house this seems to be.

She hovers over us like a tree.

We stand alone in this bleak hall.

There won’t be dancing at this ball.

All the candles go dark.

This was a silly lark.

Time to leave this creepy place.

We must quicken our slow pace.

But since this is a horror story.

We won’t be leaving soon with glory.

PUPPET

puppet

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Puppet Master 2 (1991)

I wake from a deep sleep.

I look across the room.

To a shelf high up.

A puppet sits there.

Its head pops up.

The head spins around.

It can’t be real.

A wooden puppet can’t be alive.

Then it speaks.

In a deep voice.

“Time to play,” it says.

I run to the door.

No!

It’s standing before me.

Taller than me.

Arms reaching for me.

A gleam in its black eyes.

It can’t be.

But it is.

It’s alive.

PUFFS OF SMOKE

Puff of smoke moving

areyou-stillawake
Demonic (2015)

Light the dark path.

Through the dense woods.

To the house on the edge.

Where many have gone.

Follow the puffs of smoke.

Through the rocks and brush.

To the end of the trail.

Where many have gone.

THE DEAD GAME

THE HUNT

The Hunt

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THE HUNT

It first comes slowly
in the dead of night.
Walking on silent feet,
it draws near.
You run faster,
but it speeds up.
You dash into a building,
an empty school.
It soon follows,
bringing with it a silence.
You can feel its presence
as it moves closer.
It follows you
down the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
You jiggle the knobs.
They’re all locked.
​You turn around
and stand strong.
Darkness falls
to encompass all.