Cliff House and Seal Rocks by Moonlight, San Francisco, c 1900.
The waves dance in fury,
hitting the sharp rocks.
The house towers above,
glaring at intruders.
Death to anyone
who dare to violate its shores.
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Take me to Oasis,
where demons roam
and The Dead play.
Take me to Florida,
to the ocean paradise,
where good triumphs evil.
Take me to the shore,
where the residents gather
and The Dead will fall.
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The sea throws its fury.
It fights for its path,
Grinding down rocks,
Swallowing debris whole.
It roars to the shore,
Waiting for no one.
Its might is its right
To reign supreme forever more.
An evil witch
Hiding in plain sight.
In the town of Oasis,
Florida’s vacation paradise,
I will make my appearance.
Join the fun.
Book 2 will be here all too soon.
A storm is coming,
Hitting the shore.
Palm trees flying
And so much more.
Anger raises the waves.
Passion kicks up the sand.
Fear hides behind clouds.
Marching in like a band.
I know he is here.
I hide from his face.
He’s coming for me.
Clouds pick up the pace.
His anger brings passion and fear.
Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.
His can easily move mountains.
For me, he moves the sky above.
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Red hot waves lap at the shore,
Bringing with it, blood and gore.
Paradise has come to an end.
The Dead are right around the bend.
Death is their evening delight.
They descend with all of their might.
Florida will never be the same
Once it becomes part of The Dead Game.
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Looking through Partition Arch in Arches National Park
From here I can see
the wonderful sea.
I step through the door.
I stand at the shore.
Sand at my bare feet.
The sun shining heat.
But the sun soon leaves
and the ocean heaves.
Sharp hail hits my face.
Men run like a race.
They shout for me to move.
I pick up their quick groove.
“The Dead are here for us,”
one tall man shouts at us,
“Run to the Town Hall
or the town will fall.”
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The sky is pink overhead.
I will try to lift my head.
Waves lap at the shore.
I can’t take much more.
I can feel the sand.
Please give me your hand.
I must see this before it’s too late,
And I am waiting at heaven’s gate.
Pebbles drift in the ocean
in multitudes too many to count.
I yearn for the dark sea
as it holds mystery for me.
I will join these pebbles,
one more to their endless journey,
where I may find answers
to questions unspoken.
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This is a fantasy come true,
The sunshine in a sky dark blue.
White sand on a Florida beach,
Within a tourist’s grasping reach.
Until the night rears its dark head,
Tourists disappear from their bed.
Can Oasis, Florida be cursed?
Like it’s been carefully rehearsed.
Think twice before coming to shore.
It’s fun and games but so much more.
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