THE HOUSE WITHIN

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The wind blows through the trees,

ruffling the blanket of grass,

striking a path through the woods.

The path leads the way

to the house within,

to End House at Oasis.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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TO HEAL A WITCH

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Or so they say.

I follow them into the woods

to the house waiting in the distance.

They roam at night

under the full moon.

The Dead walk among them,

or so we are told.

THE DEAD GAME

TRAPPED IN HELL

Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925

 

The forest grows dark.

It has come alive.

Wooden arms reach for me.

Roots uncurl from the ground.

Trees shake and dance

to the moans of the wind.

Dark shadows follow me.

Moonlight teases me.

I’m trapped in hell,

where the sun doesn’t shine.

THE DEAD GAME

WINTER BLUES

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The landscape is cold and bleak.

I’m beginning to feel weak.

Ice is melting in my shoes.

I’m getting the winter blues.

I can’t find my way out of here.

I had thought the town was so near.

I’ve been walking for days.

I’m in some kind of daze.

There’s a break in the rocks ahead.

I hope they didn’t leave me for dead.

My friends have to come back for me.

Rocks and trees are all I can see.

My friends are in the park playing ball.

I didn’t have to be afraid at all.

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

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FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

 

Follow the lights to the house of glass.

There will be much splendor in the grass.

Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.

A more decadent event there could not be.

Champagne will be flowing until the wee hours.

Come with me and dance among the pretty flowers.

This room full of guests gives me a chill.

Maybe we should leave I’ve had my fill.

Eyes are following us in the room.

They will be upon us all too soon.

The guests are not what they appear.

Beneath they are just bones and hair.

 

THE DEAD GAME

DARK WOODS

 

 

The wind whispers, ” Hello,”

to whom I don’t know.

I quicken my pace

to get out of this place.

Under the trees, I run

to a place in the sun.

I was at the beach,

within close reach.

But now I race in fear

that I’ll be found here.

“Take me out of here,”

I run fast in fear.

BLUE HAZE

 

Feelings of softest blue.

This is how I see you.

Through a film of ice,

You appear so nice.

A reflection it is

That I can never miss.

As leaves float high,

I peer up at the sky

I still see your face

In every place.

I can feel your hot gaze

Even in this haze.

Please come back to me,

And we can float free.