HOTTER THAN HELL

 

Hotter than hell is their playground.

Beneath layers of rocks and dirt.

They wait for their day of salvation.

When they can ride in the storm.

They grow impatient for the invasion.

The end of life as we know it.

I can hear their cries blowing in the wind.

The whispers brought forth from below.

It’s time for us to gather ammunition.

Before our poor town is nothing at all.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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HOUSE OF SHADOWS

HOUSE OF SHADOWS

“Come to me,” the house whispers.
A whisper on the cold wind.
A streak of lightning.
A rumble of thunder.
What else has the house in store for us?
Strange lights in the windows.
The lights becomes dancing figures.
What goes on at night at End House?
Dare we find out?

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THE FIRST SNOWSTORM

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Snow covers the ground

with its white purity.

Everything is

whispered clean.

Sounds are muted.

Animals go into hiding.

A hush falls.

We’re able to take a deep breath,

step back,

and enjoy the beauty.

There’s no hurry.

Cars are buried.

Mass transit is shut down.

We have time for family

and snow ball fights.

Sleds sliding down

newly created hills.

Hot chocolate

in front of the fire.

Marshmallows roasting

on sticks.

I have my boots and gloves.

I’m ready!

BRING BACK THE DEAD

 

Oh ouija board,

please bring me spirits.

Spirits of the light

and ones of the damned.

I want to hear their tales

of past lives and woes.

I want to feel

their unearthly presence.

Their dead breath

on my face.

Their moans and screams

of the long nights.

Please bring me them this night.

I can feel cold breath.

Shrieks fill the silent night.

Icy fingers trail down my face.

They’re at my neck.

Squeezing.

A little too tight.

Too tight…

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WHISPERS

 

 

Should I stay?

Or should I go?

The island calls to me.

It whispers my name.

The bridge sighs.

It weeps for me.

I will walk across.

It wobbles to and fro.

I hold tight to the ropes.

One step gives way.

So does the next.

The sides unravel.

It hangs by strings.

I can’t go back.

Or forward.

Time stands still.

Then I’m falling.

Water so cold.

Hits my face hard.

Silence takes it turn.

Water covers the rest.

A BODY IN THE NIGHT

HE’S BACK

doorway in forest

 

He’s back.

How could this be so?

My life has been happy.

I should have known.                                                                                              

He will never rest easy.

Without me to torment.

Without me in his arms.

A door is opening for me.

Deep in the dark forest.

He’s tempting me with sunshine.

Sunlight on warm beaches.

His hand is reaching for me.

I must turn away.

And run from his sweet words.

His spirit is all around me.

Enveloping me in its coldness.

He whispers promises in my ear.

He will come for me tonight.

I won’t recognize his body.

He’s coming in a different package.

He’s replaced one of our own.

But I will be prepared and ready.

I will not be fooled again.

The Dead won’t win.

Can’t win.

THE DEAD GAME