THE GATES

 

 

THE GATES

The gates encircle the property,

Their sharp edges pointing to the sky.

They deter all visitors,

Keeping the evil inside.

The house holds many secrets,

Some strange and unbelievable.

Windows are eyes to the soul

And mirrors to the unknown.

End House has invited us,

Extending a fancy invitation.

Do we dare follow our curiosity,

Or listen to our pounding hearts?

We are here for the night.

Time will only tell.

Whether we make it to morning

In this unholy hell.

THE DEAD GAME

 

UNHOLY AFFECTION

 

Can you see the light ahead?

It glows bright and red.

A signal for the games to come.

Games held in the dark of night.

By creatures who hold the dark holy.

Parties to begin with the moon rising.

Revelry until the morning hours.

Gone until the next full moon.

Bodies left behind on the beach.

A token of their unholy affection.

THE DEAD GAME