FLEETING

 

 

A puff of smoke.

A flicker of light.

Life is sweet.

It is memorable.

It can be fleeting.

Gone in a puff of smoke.

Don’t close your eyes.

Keep them wide open.

Dangers lurk everywhere.

Poof!

A life is gone.

Is it yours?

Only THE DEAD

have the power.

Only THE DEAD

hold the cure.

Only THE DEAD

know who’s next.

THE DEAD GAME

A MIST

 

The mist follows me,

greedy fingers around my neck, 

stalking my footsteps.

It takes form

and whisks me away

to the tunnels below.

Smoke fills my lungs.

It travels down my throat,

filling me with darkness

and evil.

THE DEAD GAME

A SWIRL OF SMOKE

1 Swirl of smoke

 

Lost in a swirl of smoke

as it climbs the night sky.

It dances with the wind

as it reaches up high.

 

The smoke flickers and shakes

throughout its delicate journey.

Braced against any breath

from the nearby beings’ yearning.

 

It rises slowly.

Its arms reach up to the moon.

A cold wind wafts past.

It will be there all too soon.

 

 

 

PUFFS OF SMOKE

Puff of smoke moving

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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

TAKE ME TO THE CHURCH


Take me to the church.
The town’s on fire.
Hell has let loose its demons.

Take me to the church.
The Town Hall has lost its windows.
The Dead are taking over the town.

Take me to the church.
I refuse to become one of The Dead.
We must run for shelter.

Take me to the church. 
Hell is raining down upon us.
Creatures are stalking us.

Take me to the church.
It stands no more.
Gone in a puff of smoke.

Take me away from here.
Amen.

THE DEAD GAME