THE END

blackoutraven:  gennaio  Just when you think it’s safe to step out from your bedroom. When the howling and chanting have finally subsided. When all is quiet. You put your foot down, and then you realize that all is not over. THE END

blackoutraven:

gennaio

Just when you think it’s safe

to step out from your bedroom.

When the howling and chanting

have finally subsided.

When all is quiet.

You put your foot down,

and then you realize that

all is not over.

THE END

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THE END IS HERE

 

 

 

They fly against the windows.

Trying to enter the Town Hall.

Our shelter from the storm.

They’ve found us.

Windows break.

Glass rains upon us.

The end has come.

THE DEAD GAME

 

THE SEARCH

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THE SEARCH

In the quiet summer night,

Light shining from a great height,

A search until morning light.

We hold firm with all our might

That we find what we’re searching for,

Before the night ends, shuts the door.

We need to find her before it’s too late.

We refuse to leave this up to mere fate.

A shout, a cry is heard in the dark.

It must be her alone in the park.

The light shines on her pretty face.

She sees us and picks up her pace.

She is crying and laughing at the same time,

A perfect ending to this story of mine.

A RIDE ON THE WILD SIDE

 

 

A ride to hell and back.

I will sit in the back.

We fly through the night air.

Sound barriers we tear.

Demons fly by our side.

I have nowhere to hide.

They take us to their lair.

I’m pulled hard by my hair.

Life is over for me.

I’ll never be set free.

THE ROAD TO NOWHERE

wanderthewood:
“ by sannalinn
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THE ROAD TO NOWHERE
Life takes us on a ride.
A path with no guide.
A ride for no rhyme or reason.
A circle with no side.
A path deep into the jungle.
People passing along the way.
Traps to trip us up.
Lurking demons...

 

wanderthewood:

by sannalinn

 

THE ROAD TO NOWHERE

Life takes us on a ride.

A path with no guide.

A ride for no rhyme or reason.

A circle with no side.

 

A path deep into the jungle.

People passing along the way.

Traps to trip us up.

Lurking demons held at bay.

 

The end leaves us with more questions.

Not answered along the way.

A destination with no purpose.

No clarification for our stay.

 

THE ABYSS

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Falling.

Deeper.

And deeper.

Into the abyss.

No lights.

No sounds.

Only hands.

Reach for me.

 

I can’t grab onto the walls.

They’re too slippery.

My fingers slide down.

Is there an end,

Or even a bottom?

Will I be falling forever?

Down, down I go.

Into the abyss.

No more worries.

No more thoughts.

Just the abyss.

THE DEAD GAME  by Susanne Leist

FLY OFF THE ROCKS

 

We have reached the edge.

Nowhere left to go.

We escaped the party.

The deadly game from hell.

Let’s jump into the ocean.

Swim our way down the shore.

To the beach filled with tourists.

Where help will be on the way.

We can’t return to End House.

Evil house of illusions.

Filled with traps and dead bodies.

No way are we going back.

Come and take my hand.

Let’s fly off the rocks.

We’ll soar through the air.

Like a pair of white doves.

Footsteps behind us.

Flying creatures above.

Time is now or never.

For us to take our chance.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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THE FIGHT

 

The church is on fire.

The town under attack.

Shadows in the wind.

Bringing hell to our homes.

Murder to our families.

Who are they?

What do they want?

We must fight back.

Fight for our lives.

Fight for our town.

Before it’s too late.

Before more disappear.

To the ranks of The Dead.

No more bodies on our shores.

No more victims of their wrath.

We will fight to the end.

THE DEAD GAME

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