I MUST CHOOSE A SIDE

A mansion rises from the mist.

Will I even be missed?

Vampires descend the stairs

with their haughty stares.

There is nowhere to hide,

I must choose a side.

THE DEAD AT HEART

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AN OASIS IN THE SWAMPLAND

In the clearing ahead,

stands The Watchers’ mansion.

Not a mirage,

but an oasis in the swampland.

THE DEAD AT HEART

THE SWAMP

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THE SWAMP

The swamp holds mysteries,

Silence within its barren domain.

Eyes peek through the sheer surface,

Hinting at the dangers lurking below.

Lacking is the bird’s song of twilight.

Missing is the rustle through the brush.

Silence holds us in its thrall,

Cold fingers clasping around my neck.

Humid air coats my mottled body,

Mutilated by blood-thirsty mosquitoes.

The path teases my mind’s eye,

Offering a way out of this hellhole.

I hack at the dried branches,

Threatening to leave me with one eye.

I’ve reached the end of my journey

As my feet sink in the quicksand of despair.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 29

Evil waits at death’s door
For those who follow the creatures of the dammed.
Doors pop up all around me,
But none lead to the valley of The Dead.

I will not give up on my search
To uncover the opening to hell below.
Innocent victims are trapped in the silent hell,
Waiting to be freed from the unearthly darkness.

My friends must be among the crowd
Of souls yearning to be set free once more.
Illusions and traps may try to confuse me
But I refuse to yield to their games anymore.

Winds grab hold of my hair with their wispy fingers,
Tightening their grasp around my neck.
The sand becomes wet and soggy,
Turning to quicksand beneath my bare feet.

The forest transforms itself into a swamp,
Filled with slithering snakes and alligators.
I’ve seen this trick once before from Wolf,
Using illusions to further his game.

This time I will not turn away in fear
And run from his evil laughter.
Nothing will stop me from fighting
To free my friend’s from his evil reign.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

WATCH THOSE EYES

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When Linda and her friends entered Wolf’s house,

they had no idea what was waiting for them.

They passed through a gallery of portraits with

eyes that monitored their every movement.

Then they heard splashing sounds below their feet.

Shana looked down and found alligators swimming beneath them.

They were standing on a glass floor above a pool of

alligators, who were feeding and leaving

bloody trails in the water.

After the trees began to lift their mighty

roots to run after them, they knew that they

had to escape this crazy place.

They didn’t know if Wolf was a demon or

an illusionist, but they had to run for their lives.

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