A garden of delight for me
In colors of the deep blue sea.
In my mind’s eye,
I can see myself falling into thee.
In the shade of the plum tree,
I’ll wait and you’ll come to me.
We’ll fly away to be free
To the waves of the dark sea.
A perfect oasis on the shore.
You could not ask for anything more.
Sun and surf during the day,
But at night there’s hell to pay.
The waves welcome daily swimmers,
But at night there are no winners.
Afraid to venture out after dark,
Residents stay clear of the town park.
One night, a hanging party is had
By the dark creatures who are plain bad.
Our town is plagued by darkness and woe.
We don’t even know who is our foe.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
The sea churns.
It burns with anger.
Waves of passion.
Ready to strike.
It will hit the shore.
So be prepared.
The Dead return.
For you and me.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
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The sun hides its head
While the waves rage on.
The clouds turn away
While blood rushes on.
The moon shies away
While the tide meets rock.
Faces hide in vain
While the seas bring the pain.
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A few steps to paradise.
A hop.
A skip.
A jump.
To the shore.
To the sand.
To the ocean.
To paradise.
“The Dead are coming,”
the bird tweets.
“The Dead are coming.
We must fly from the shore.
It’s not safe anymore.”
THE DEAD GAME
Icy water surrounds me.
The cold pulls me deeper.
Deeper into the unknown,
I sink.
Waves tear at me,
dragging me far from shore.
I swim.
I tread water.
I hold my head high
Above water.
I will survive.
