AFTER THE STORM

 

 

The winds have taken their victims.

Tree limbs lie scattered across the grass.

A quiet descends upon the land.

Animals peek from

their hiding places.

Birds chirp in unison,

happy to be free again.

The sun will soon shine.

The clouds will clear.

The darkness will leave.

The earth regenerates itself,

preparing for the new day.

A SOLEMN PROMISE

World Trade Center 

 

The skyline is clear.

Buildings stand tall and bright.

Then a day arrives that

ruins every day to come.

Intruders invade our space

and destroy our twin towers.

Towers I love.

Towers where I had worked.

Goodbye, my precious towers.

Never again will our skyline be invaded.

It shall remain clear forever.

A solemn promise.

TOMBSTONES MOVING

 

 

I see tombstones moving,

Winds blowing,

Grass ruffling.

The Dead wait for darkness.

The streets of town they walk.

Innocent victims they will find.

The games are about to begin.

THE DEAD GAME

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VICTIMS OF OUR OWN INSECURITIES

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Are we victims of our own insecurities?

Our fears define us.

They limit us.

They push us onto the safest path.

The path with the least resistance.

We need to break free.

Shrug off our fears

And pursue life to the fullest.

WAIT FOR ETERNITY

Boat

 

Take me away in the soft breeze.
Let my fingers flow through your hair.
I want to see your warm smile.
I hunger for your loving touch.

Time for that is long past.
Victims of the battle we now are.
Hell is waiting for us both.
I can see his boat drifting offshore.

I will not let him take me.
I want to share paradise with you.
Warm breezes and soft winds
To wrap us tight in its cocoon.

No more glory to be had.
No more wins for our side.  
Our losses are steep and many.
The mighty have fallen this night.

The sun has set for the evening.
It has not brought you back to me.
I will wait for all eternity
Until I have you by my side.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

LOCKED IN THE BASEMENT

 

Steps lead to the basement of End House.

The door locks behind you.

There’s no way out.

Water fills up to your knees.

Metal cages descend.

Sharp edges extend to catch

their next victim.

You dodge the cages.

Circular saws sweep through the water.

The far wall holds three closed doors.

What lies behind these doors?

Read THE DEAD GAME to find out.