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.
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Rijksmuseum Library
Shelves to the ceiling.
Ladders to reach high.
Tables for my books.
Chairs to relax in.
Lamps to give me light.
Quiet for my thoughts.
A slice of heaven.
“Should I walk up the stairs?
Should I peek into the window?
Should I see if the door is locked?
Do you think anyone is home?
It seems to be deserted.”
Linda hesitates.
Her friends close behind.
The house sighs.
It waits.
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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 glass house sparkled with a glow.
Let’s dance under the night’s snow.
Dance with me in the moonlight.
The animals won’t take fright.
When morning looms bright and gay.
The Dead won’t be here to stay.
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The cobblestones glisten
outside the dark cemetery.
Gravestones stand tall
in the heavy fog.
Moans sweep the winds
that rustle the lifeless trees.
A gate stands open
to welcome the curious.
Footsteps draw closer
to my hiding place.
A cloaked figure enters
the home of The Dead.
It enters a mausoleum
with an angel standing guard.
Goosebumps riddle my body
as I inch forward from my spot.
Dark shadows drift to the door
that the figure has left open.
I can’t stand the suspense any longer
and so I must follow their lead.
I must find the meeting place
of The Dead and gone.
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Take me to Oasis
To the sad town
Where demons roam
And The Dead play.
Take me to Florida
To the ocean paradise
Where good triumphs evil
And The Dead must retreat.
Take me to the shore
To the quaint seaside town
Where innocent tourists gather
And The Dead will fall.
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Are you ready for bed?
We’ve made our own.
In a private park.
So far from home.
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The mind can be a strange place.
It can think up dark stories.
With monsters and demons.
A little murder and mayhem.
Skulls and bones for decoration.
Maybe your cup of tea is blood.
Your coffee carries some poison.
Let your mind roam the darkness.
And maybe beyond.
A NIGHT NOT TO BE FORGOTTEN
A house balanced at the edge.
Daring all to enter its domain.
A black invitation in hand.
We go to the party.
Faced with deadly traps.
We run for our lives.
Down the rocks.
To the beach.
Winds bashing our faces.
Lightning lighting our way.
To the park.
To a gazebo lit by candles.
A hanging body inside.
Will this night ever end?
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