PRAY FOR US

 

Like a cold witches’ brew.
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.
Warm winds turn cold
As all become prey.
The young and old. 
For them we must pray.
Hell hath no fury
Like a demon scorned.
There is no jury
For a small town mourned.
Who’ll save Oasis
From ‘The Dead’ demons?
Who will now face us,
More dead or demons?
Pray for us.
We are alone 
Come save us.
We must atone.
THE DEAD GAME
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DIE

Not so easy to kill The Dead.

A knife through the eye.

Won’t kill them.

A drink of poison.

Won’t kill them.

Let’s add some sunlight.

A sure hot spot for them.

A beheading for dinner.

Will clear the riffraff away.

A witch’s spell could do the trick.

Be careful of your weapon of choice.

The Dead don’t die easily.

THE DEAD GAME

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WATCHING AND WAITING

 

 

The pretty house in the woods.

Covered in vines and leaves.

Windows peek out at the sun.

Who might there be behind the glass panes?

Inhabitants or residents of the past?

The only way to find out is

To knock on the door.

Oh look, the door is standing open.

Let’s walk in and see if it’s deserted.

How pretty it is inside with fancy rugs and chandeliers.

Couches and settees arranged to welcome the weary.

Hello, does anyone live here?

Oh, I didn’t see the two of you.

A husband and wife team.

Looks like they stepped out of the 1800′s.

Beautiful gown and nice overalls.

They want us to follow them upstairs.

I don’t want to go but I suppose we are.

The house is much larger inside than out.

A trick of light or another illusion.

Oh look, empty children’s bedrooms.

Set up like shrines with toys and clothes.

I see we’re coming to an attic.

Empty except for the rocking chair facing a window.

In the midst of the quiet a squeaking sound begins.

Back and forth, back and forth.

The chair rocks back and forth.

Who is making it rock?

What? They say one of their own is watching.

Sitting in the rocking chair and watching over town.

He’s invisible because why?

He’s a vampire.

This is taking a turn to the ridiculous. 

I’m outta here. Bye all!

Squeak, Squeak, Squeak.

THE DEAD GAME

HIDDEN

HIDDEN

I walk among the living at day.
They do not hear I word that I say.
They believe I’m alive like them,
But I’m stronger than any men.
I can run like the wind through the trees,
Flying through the sky faster than bees.
At day my true self is hidden away.
People think I might be a little fay.
At night I walk the earth with the others.
They are as close to me as my brothers.
I’m more powerful than The Dead are.
To find me you don’t have to search far.
Who am I? you might ask.
I might take you to task.
Then you will be in hell forever more.
Be careful before you open that door.

THE DEAD GAME

WELCOME TO THE DEAD

LET’S PARTY!

HERE WE ARE!  NO REASON TO RUN.  WE CAN ALL PARTY TOGETHER.  THE DEAD GAME

HERE WE ARE!

NO REASON TO RUN.

WE CAN ALL PARTY TOGETHER.

THE DEAD GAME

LOOK WHAT I FOUND?  A ROSE AMONG THE DEAD.  THE DEAD HAVE RISEN.  THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.

LOOK WHAT I FOUND?

A ROSE AMONG THE DEAD.

THE DEAD HAVE RISEN.

THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.

  • WE’RE HERE!  WHERE IS EVERYONE?  IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE  A PARTY FOR US.
 

WE’RE HERE!

WHERE IS EVERYONE?

IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE

A PARTY FOR US.

  • blackoutraven:      WELCOME TO END HOUSE  BEAUTY AWAITS YOU:  FLOWERS, ORNATE FURNITURE,  CRYSTAL CHANDELIERS…  BUT WAIT!  WHO IS THAT IN THE CORNER?  IT IS DARK AND IT’S MOVING!  TOO LATE!  THE DOORS AND WINDOWS ARE LOCKING.  WE MIGHT AS WELL JOIN THE PARTY.  THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.

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WELCOME TO END HOUSE

BEAUTY AWAITS YOU:

FLOWERS, ORNATE FURNITURE,

CRYSTAL CHANDELIERS…

BUT WAIT!

WHO IS THAT IN THE CORNER?

IT IS DARK AND IT’S MOVING!

TOO LATE!

THE DOORS AND WINDOWS ARE LOCKING.

WE MIGHT AS WELL JOIN THE PARTY.

THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.