A BLUE MIDNIGHT

BLUE MIDNIGHT
A midnight so dark and blue.
It’s coming for me and you.
The tides are rising to a new height,
While fighting the shore with all their might.
The clear skies are dark blue.
The clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings us shadows and...

 

A BLUE MIDNIGHT


A midnight so dark and blue.
It’s coming for me and you.
The tides are rising to a new height,
While fighting the shore with all their might.

The clear skies are dark blue.
The clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings us shadows and fears,
And people running away in tears.

I’ve heard about The Dead.
They fill my heart with dread.
It’s time to hide from death.
No time to take a breath.

THE DEAD GAME

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NEW BEGINNINGS

 

 

 

The rain falls in a constant rhythm,

A soothing and mesmerizing sound.

Tree branches weigh down with water,

Dripping tears for the absent sun.

Flowers lift their faces for washing,

Soon shiny and crisp from the drops.

The sky clears and the clouds spin dry,

As the sun returns to herald its return.

A new day dawns around us,

New beginnings for our slice of paradise.

 

BLACK PETALS

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A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.

Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.

Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.

THE DEAD GAME
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STAND STRONG

 

Stand strong for me.

Your petals closed tight.

Face to the sun.

Hope in your heart.

Release your sweetness.

The perfect fragrance.

Let the dew quench your thirst.

The rain wash your tears.

Stand strong for me.

A GREEN GLOW

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A light shines in.

All are asleep.

Green glow creeps in.

I hear him weep.

 

Beep in my head.

No one hears it.

Enough is said.

I can’t bear it.

 

Vibrates in my ears.

But this cannot be.

Bringing me to tears.

A phone call for me.

THE SNOW IS BLACK

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A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.
THE DEAD GAME
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj