HEAR THEM ROAR

 

Tigers pace in their cages,

Waiting to be set free.

Animals fill the basement.

An awful sight to see.

 

Leashes jangle against bars.

Metal against metal rings loud.

As the gates slowly lift open,

Pointy teeth glisten without sound.

 

This cannot be happening.

This cannot be so.

No way are there tigers

in the basement below.

 

THE DEAD GAME

NIGHT

  1.  

    Tigers pace in their cages.

    Waiting to be set free.

    Roars fill the basement.

    Leashes jangle against bars.

    This cannot be happening.

    This cannot be so.

    No way are there tigers

    in the basement below.

     

     

  2.  

    A swarm of bats.

    Circling our heads.

    Nowhere to run.

    Nowhere to hide.

    A cave in a house.

    How can that be?

    In Oasis, Florida,

    Anything can be.

     

     

  3. by ehsan-safavie

     

    He comes in the night.

    Ready for the fight.

    He’ll slay us alive.

    No one will survive.

    His eyes burn blood red.

    Gleaming in his head.

    He leads The Dead right to me.

    I won’t go on bended knee.

    The creatures will be here.

    Their footsteps are too near.

    I bow my head to pray.

    Let us live one more day.

    THE DEAD GAME