GONE FOR GOOD

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A fog rolls into town,

blanketing the streets.

A silence descends

as night takes over.

A crow watches

and waits.

The moon rises

with the creatures.

Shadows walk softly,

leaving no footsteps behind.

A trail of dead bodies 

lie scattered In their wake.

The sun opens one eye,

afraid to see the damage.

But it must rise

and shed its light.

A burden the residents

of Oasis must bear.

In silence.

In secrecy.

Until The Dead 

are gone for good.

THE DEAD GAME

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DEADLY SINS

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It comes with the sea

Following me to shore

Through the undead woods

And under the door.

A life of its own

Living in the house

In this coastal town

Alive from within.

Filled with dead bodies

And untold deadly sin.

THE DEAD GAME

THE RETURN

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Wolf returns to Oasis.

We’ve missed him.

His good looks.

Charming personality.

Deadly ways.

Will he arrive as a bat,

Or maybe as a wolf?

He could take the place

Of one of our own.

Will his appetite be as fierce,

His passions as strong?

So many questions

Waiting to be answered

In book 2 of THE DEAD GAME.

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SMOKING HOT

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Boo.

 

A smoking gun.

Let’s have some fun.

 

The dark shadows grow near.

My skin prickles with fear.

 

I’ll fight to the bitter end.

No matter if you’re a friend.

 

I know you’re back for me.

You’ll never set me free.

 

Come closer to me, buddy.

The waters will soon muddy.

 

The ocean will flow red.

You have now made your bed.

 

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A BOOK OF EVIL

 

 

 

A book of evil.

A book of the devil.

Worshippers of death.

Does it exist?

Does it have a cult of followers?

It does in Oasis, Florida.

It’s revered and honored.

Welcome to Oasis.

Enjoy your stay.

THE DEAD GAME

FANTASY FAILS

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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.”

THE DEAD GAME

 

THE END IS NEAR

THE END IS NEAR

“Life goes on,
But how can I?”

Lost in her suffering in a town of despair,
Linda knows not how to release herself from here.

She gazes out at the big bright moon,
Knowing full well what it will bring soon.

“Please save us from the evil forces at bay.
We can’t live through this for even one more day.

Will this night be the same as all the rest,
Fleeing through the night at someone’s behest?

Will we ever be safe again in our beds,
To lie down asleep and rest our weary heads?

I see the light in the distance.
We can offer no resistance.

They are here for us all.
This night the town will fall.”

 
THE DEAD GAME

DARK SHADOW

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He walks in the night,

Ready for a fight.

No one comes near.

Most out of fear.

 

I won’t walk his way.

By the tree, I’ll stay

Until he’s gone from sight.

Only then I’ll take flight.

PAST THE POINT OF NO RETURN

Chair

 

Down the rabbit hole we go.

Far down beneath the earth’s surface.

Where The Dead wait for their savior.

Arms extended.

Reaching for us.

Mouths held open in silent cries.

As we fall farther.

Deeper.

Past the point of no return.

THE DEAD GAME

BURNING

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“ Hell has arrived.
Burning in its chair.
Impatient for victims.
Restless to the bone.
Burning bright.
Glowing embers.
Filling the dark.
Red and yellow sparks.
Sizzling.
Hot.
THE DEAD.
THE DEAD GAME
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Hell has arrived.

Burning in its chair.

Impatient for victims.

Restless to the bone.

Burning bright.

Filling the dark.

Red and yellow sparks.

Sizzling.

Hot.

THE DEAD are here.

THE DEAD GAME

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