FOLLOW US TO HELL

The night holds you too tight.

You must not fear or fight.

You belong to us now.

I say this with a bow.

You will follow us to hell.

As we ring the nightly bell.

Our servant you will be.

You’ll never be set free.

The town belongs to us.

No reason for a fuss.

The Dead are here to stay.

Come with us and play.

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TIME KILLS

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Time kills.

The Dead kill.

They play no favorites.

We all become victims.

Prey for their games.

Cages will entrap us.

Lost in a maze of rooms.

Welcome.

 

THE DEAD GAME 

 

THE DEAD WALKING

1 The tides

 

A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.

Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.

Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.

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DEMON ROCK

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Demon rock.

Demon paradise.

A long lost fantasy,

Now as cold as ice.

 

Who goes there?

Who walks the night?

I can hear your moans,

Your grunts and sighs.

 

Show yourself tonight.

I want your kind dead.

The sun will rise,

But you won’t.

 

IN THE NIGHT

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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.

 

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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.
The...

 

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.

 

HOT WAX

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The candle flickers.

It melts.

Dripping wax.

A pathway of heat

For The Dead to follow.

As they reach up

From hell below.

Rising stronger.

Hotter.

Deadlier.

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THE WITCHING HOUR

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It’s the witching hour

 

 

Welcome to the witching hour

As witches amass their power.

They are good for Oasis.

Know them on first-name basis.

I cannot promise or swear,

But they’ll rid The Dead from here.

They can cast spells to kill The Dead.

Better than hiding in your bed.

Beautiful they are all.

This night The Dead will fall.

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SHATTERED FROM WITHIN

End House explodes,
shattering from within.
The house groans
as it topples into the sea.
Leaving no trace behind,
no evidence of its existence,
its wicked mark on mankind.
Gone for good,
or so we hope
and with it,
The Dead.
THE DEAD...

 

 

End House explodes,

shattering from within.

The house groans

as it topples into the sea.

Leaving no trace behind,

no evidence of its existence,

its wicked mark on mankind.

Gone for good,

or so we hope

and with it,

The Dead.

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THE DARK FOREST

THE DARK FOREST
Come and visit us.
Follow the path.
Where does it lead?
Deep into a forest.
Down a dark road.
Ignore the moans.
They are only animals.
Howls of a pack of wild dogs.
They love people.
It’s safe for you.
Don’t look back.
Face...

 

THE DARK FOREST

Come and visit us.
Follow the path.
Where does it lead?
Deep into a forest.
Down a dark road.
Ignore the moans.
The howls from a pack of wolves.
They love people.
It’s safe.
Don’t look back.
Face forward.
Soon you’ll be there.
Be prepared for anything.
Don’t be afraid.
End House is waiting for you.
And so are The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME