THE END

The End

Life has come to an end.
Time has run out for me.
Evil one of the night,
He is strong as can be.

The winds rise in fury,
Calling him by his name.
He is known as the Wolf,
Who made The Dead Game.

A hand grabs hold of me.
Wolf has taken me down.
To his dark netherworld,
To tunnels under the town.​

I roam the bleak dungeons.
Death wants to be my friend.
I refuse to drink blood,
On this, ​I will not bend.

In this maze of horror,
I track it round and round.
I will seek a way out
Till I fall to the ground.

My love must soon find me.
Please, Todd, ​take me from here.
The walls are closing in,
One more night I can’t bear.​

THE DEAD GAME

ALONE IN A CEMETERY

cemetery shadows

ALONE IN A CEMETERY

The mist paints a grey.

Hissing winds sound fey.

The trees sway in tune

Under the blue moon.

With long robes, they sweep toward me.

Darker shadows they cannot be.

A statue looms in the distance.

I cannot offer resistance.

An angel turns her face to me.

A wicked grin for all to see.

Her white wings spread wide.

Time for me to hide.

A WITCH’S BREW

A WITCH’S BREW

Our paradise is lost,
Coldness seizes the day.
To the winds we are tossed,
For our sins we must pay.


Like a cold witch’s brew,
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.

THE DEAD GAME

FROZEN BEACHES

Silence reigns supreme.
The sun hides its face.
Palm trees shake their leaves.
Winds pick up their pace.
Hotel stands deserted.
Flapping sounds fill the air.
Dark shadows join the fray
Beneath his icy stare.
THE DEAD...

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Silence reigns supreme.

The sun hides its face.

Palm trees shake their leaves.

Winds pick up their pace.

 

Hotel stands deserted.

Flapping sounds fill the air.

Dark shadows join the fray

Beneath his icy stare.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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HIS PASSION MOUNTS

 

Storm is coming.

Hitting the shore.

Palm trees flying.

And so much more.

 

Anger raises the waves.

Passion kicks up the sand.

Fear hides behind clouds.

Marching in like a band.

 

I know he is here.

I hide from his face.

He’s coming for me.

Clouds pick up the pace.

 

His anger brings passion and fear.

Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.

His can easily moves mountains.

For me he moves the sky above.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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CALM BEFORE THE STORM

 

The Dead are rising.

Cemeteries and crypts will be busy.

Wine will be flowing and so will the blood.

Come out, come out wherever you are!

 

 

Time is passing.

Night is approaching.

The moon is rising.

Dark shadows will walk the streets.

Take shelter before it is too late, 

before you become one with the shadows.

 

 

Life can change in seconds.

The sun can be shining.

Then in moments,

you’re engulfed in a storm.

Palm trees are swaying in the wind.

Rooftops are flying.

The Dead don’t take prisoners.

 

THE DEAD GAME