NIGHT FALLS

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Rising from down under.

Below our calm waters.

Beneath our heavenly paradise.

They come to our shore.

Dark shadows on the soft breeze.

Leaving dead bodies on the sand.

Disappearing with the morning light.

Until night falls once more.

THE DEAD GAME

DRIPPING WITH SIN

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    The waves are churning.

    My face is burning.

    What’s coming for me?

    I don’t want to see.

    It rises from the deep

    when all are fast asleep.

    The Dead come ashore.

    For me, they’ve come for.

    There’s nowhere to run or hide.

    I refuse to take their side.

    The Dead will not win.

    They’re dripping with sin.

    THE DEAD GAME

FROM THE DEEP

 

 

They come from the deep.

They come when you sleep.

On waves of ice and stone,

They’ll burn you to the bone.

 

Fire burns hot in the ice.

It doesn’t feel so nice.

When it hits your body,

Time for them to party.

 

The Dead love to eat.

Humans their best treat.

Stay far from the shore,

Or they’ll ask for more.

 

THE DEAD GAME 

QUICKSAND

 

Let’s travel through the forest so green.

A creature-filled oasis but don’t scream.

The roots tangle around our feet.

Walking becomes a scary feat.

Neon leaves hit our faces.

A hit every few paces.

I’m sinking deep into the forest floor.

Quicksand my enemy forever more.

THE DEAD GAME RETURNS

Rising from below.
From the deep.
Arms reaching.
Voice yearning.
Fish scattering.
Water parting.
Birds crying.
Sun hiding.
Darkness rising.
Face as white as snow.
Eyes mirroring the depths.
Muscles bulging.
He returns to me.
He swims to shore.
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Rising from below.

From the deep.

Arms reaching.

Voice yearning.

Fish scattering.

Water parting.

Birds crying.

Sun hiding.

Darkness rising.

Face as white as snow.

Eyes mirroring the depths.

Muscles bulging.

He returns to me.

He swims to shore.

The Dead at his back.

 

THE DEAD GAME continues…

Book 2 coming soon.

 

THE SEA OF MANY COLORS

 

I drift alone in my boat

On the sea of many colors.

A mirror to the pastel sky,

To what resides so high.

The moon peeking from above,

Caressing me like a soft glove.

As I drift along in my boat

On the sea of many colors.

MUSIC OF THE DEEP

 

 

MUSIC OF THE DEEP

Colors of the rainbow swirl by,

Swimming free to the beat of their own.

A harmony of  movement

Following the slow tempo of the deep.

Cover me with your cold arms,

A baby blanket of softness.

Take me down under your waves,

Where the world glows a bluish green.

Into the deep darkness,

Where a silent cocoon awaits me.