THE END IS HERE

 

 

 

They fly against the windows.

Trying to enter the Town Hall.

Our shelter from the storm.

They’ve found us.

Windows break.

Glass rains upon us.

The end has come.

THE DEAD GAME

 

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?

THE DEAD GAME
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THE EVIL INSIDE

m-e-l-a-n-o-p-h-i-l-i-a

 

THE EVIL INSIDE

Can you feel the evil?

Spreading through town.

Moving through the trees.

Entering through open windows.

Spreading.

Enveloping us all.

It comes at night.

Into our beds.

Seeking the innocents.

Ones to join them.

In their deadly adventures.

Do not join them.

Stand strong.

Don’t let the evil enter.

Once it’s inside,

it won’t leave.

Until all are dead.

THE DEAD GAME

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Grand Central Terminal

 

Grand Central Terminal.

There is no other like you.

Keeping the pace through

the calm and the hectic.

Providing light through your

mullioned windows.

The watcher of it all.

The keeper of schedules.

But most of all, 

the keeper of time for those

passing through your lofty gates.

DARK THOUGHTS

  1. WATCH THE NIGHT

    Carl Rabus – Spassky Gate in Moscow (detail)

     

    The clouds circle around.

    Bringing the moon closer.

    Lighting up the windows.

    Where faces watch the night.

  2. Inside Edinburgh’s castle. Scotland || Personal photograph

     

    A castle where spirits walk.

    Darkness hides in corners.

    Old fragrances float in the air.

    Shadows follow without footsteps.

    And sighs fill the empty spaces.

STANDS ALONE

Deserted staircase

 

The house stands

alone and deserted,

dark and forlorn.

The moon casts its glow

through the tall windows.

Shadows fall on the

shiny wood floors.

Mice scurry from sight.

Dust flies through the air.

The wind whistles through

the cavernous rooms.

Rooms that had once held people,

furniture, and signs of life.

Signs of laughter and hope.

Now the house sits alone and dark.

What could have brought it

to such an end?

Has death entered this house?

Bringing with it sickness and sorrow.

Or has the family simply moved away?

A house holds secrets,

close to its heart.

Secrets that lie buried

beneath its floors

and foundation.

Be careful where you dig.

You might not like

what you find.