A tower slim and tall.
What evil might befall?
I could now climb up there.
Without a thought or care.
It’s narrow and dark inside.
And nowhere at all to hide.
The windows let in some light.
But not much up to this height.
I’ve finally reached the top room.
I feel like I’m about to swoon.
I climbed the steep stairs much too fast.
I’m happy I’ve left this to last.
White dust covers the floor.
There seems to be much more.
Skulls and bones are in the middle.
I’m now in a pretty pickle.
If I don’t leave here fast.
I’ll be part of the past.
A shadow rises in the room.
The end has come for me too soon.
Skull – Moth – Flower – by Liu Ling©
I used to love the day.
But now I have to pay.
Like a moth to the light.
A flower for delight.
Life is over for me.
I’m dead you can now see.
No more parties for me.
Hell is now left for me.
THE DEAD GAME
What lies hidden beneath End House?
Familiar faces and bony countenances.
A cacophony of moans and sounds.
A community of creatures living in the tunnels.
Friends who might be returning to the living,
Or the living who might be joining The Dead.
David grabs hold of Tom’s hand,
One of his long lost friends.
Tom stands stiff and tall, not responding.
Howard shuffles forward.
Howard had been the daring one,
The one who had saved Tom from the dark pool.
The town looks like Oasis,
With its beaches, stores, cafes, parks, and hotel.
In the distance, the forest looms dark and forbidding.
But where are the people?
The stores stand empty.
“There, they are!” Linda calls out.
A large group walks down Main Street.
No smiles crossing their deathly pale faces.
No emotions from these sad replicas of humanity.
Something is wrong.
No one is happy to see us.
“Let’s get out of here!” Linda yells.
The group before them lurches forward,
Arms extended like bare branches in the winter cold.
Her friends back up in fear.
“But they’re our friends!” Mike says,
“We can’t leave them here,”
His eyes pleading for help.
Linda drags him away from the red-eyed mob.
“Our friends are gone.
These aren’t are friends any longer.”
A man grabs hold of Louise’s long hair.
She lets loose a heart-wrenching cry,
Frightening the pale creature away.
Linda takes one last look at Oasis.
They look like members of our town,
But yet they don’t.
The door slams shut,
Separating them from the empty shells.
Linda follows her friends out of the dark.
Goodbye to Wolf and your demented band of followers.
I can’t believe that I had been tempted by you.
Thank god we escaped in time.
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN
THE DEAD GAME
LA SANTA MUERTE
Welcome to the black saint of death.
Welcome with my last dying breath.
You grant desires and hopeless wishes.
In return we must sleep with the fishes.
Sacrifices are your pride and joy.
Then you treat us like a broken toy.
You stand there with your scythe and crown.
And your dark face bears a big frown.
We haven’t seen you for many years.
Now you are back in our deepest fears.
THE DEAD GAME
I was someone.
I was important.
I had a family.
Life was good.
Full of joy.
Until the poachers.
Now I wait here.
Why did this happen?
The house stands
alone and deserted,
dark and forlorn.
The moon casts its glow
through the tall windows.
Shadows fall on the
shiny wood floors.
Mice scurry from sight.
Dust mites fly through the air.
The wind whistles through
the cavernous rooms.
Rooms that had once held people,
furniture, and signs of life.
Signs of laughter and hope.
Now the house sits alone and dark.
What could have brought it
to such an end?
Has death entered this house?
Bringing with it sickness and sorrows.
Or has the family simply moved away?
A house holds secrets,
close to its heart.
Secrets that lie buried
beneath its floors
Be careful where you dig.
You might not like
what you find.
The phone call.
I’ve been on hold
for a long time.
Years have passed.
But I’m still waiting.
One day I will have
One day someone will
But I will keep waiting
until the end of time.