WE’RE HERE

 

WE’RE HERE

A walk through the cemetery.
Darkness is my friend.
The moon my best buddy.
Shining stars to keep me company.

“Who goes there?”
A voice calls in the distance.
Is that the night watchman?
Has he seen somebody?

Should I continue walking?
All is quiet.
The mist moves.
It parts, and I can see—

What is that?
Skeletons are rising from graves.
And I can hear the music.
They are dancing to the beat.

Skulls are swiveling.
Bony feet are tapping.
Who knew a cemetery
could be such fun?

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

 

 

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS  
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 among 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.

 

THE DEAD GAME
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

ONLY THE DEAD KNOW

 

 
ONLY THE DEAD KNOW

We might look human
but we’re not.
We might act human
but we love to kill.
Our fearless leader
shows no mercy.
Who is he?
Will he show his face?
Only The Dead know.

The Dead Game

Kindle
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
Nook
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

 

OH NO!

rhetthammersmithhorror

Orgy of the Dead (1965)

 

They’re coming.

They are rising.

From the earth they come

To finish their lifelong battle.

A spell had vanquished them.

Can another one return them?

To their hell below.

To where they belong.

A priest and his spell book.

Is it enough?

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

Nook

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

Source:rhetthammersmithhorror

ONLY THE DEAD KNOW

We might look human
but we’re not.
We might act human
but we love to kill.
Our fearless leader
shows no mercy.
Who is he?
Will he show his face?
Only The Dead know.

The Dead Game

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

halftimeprincess: Art by Augusto Peixoto @ IrondoomDesign DEVIANTART

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

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 among 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.

THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
Nook
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

WE’RE HERE

WE’RE HERE

A walk through the cemetery.
Darkness is my friend.
The moon my buddy.
The stars keep me company.

“Who goes there?”
I hear in the distance.
Is that the night watchman?
Has he seen somebody?

Should I continue walking?
All is quiet.
The mist is moving.
It’s parting and I can see—

What is that?
Skeletons are popping up from graves.
And I can hear music.
They are dancing to the beat.

Dancing in a cemetery.
Who knew a cemetery
could be such fun?