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DARK AS THE NIGHT
I walk with the living at day, They do not hear a word I say. They believe I’m alive like them, But I’m stronger than any men. I run like the wind past the trees, Fly through the sky faster than bees. My true self is hidden away, I might be a little fey. At night I walk with others, They’re close to me like brothers. “Who am I?” you might ask. I might take you to task. Take care not to open that door, You’ll be in hell forevermore.
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witch
BLACK CAT OUIJA
Stay away from here.
Death I cannot bear.
I’m telling a horror tale
with each wag of my fine tail.
Tourists disappear
into the thin air.
One day they’re right here.
Next day they’re nowhere.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne LeistTEA FOR TWO
areyou-stillawake
Banana Brain – Die Antwoord
Tea for two.
One for me.
One for you.
Mine is sweet.
Yours is not.
Some good sleep
from this old pot.
FRIDAY THE 13TH
Friday the 13th is here.
There is no need to fear.
Step into the manor.
Ignore any banter.
The party is for you,
only a select few.
I have a secret to tell,
one involving an old spell.
A witch cast her spell.
Our lives went to hell.
Beneath End House, we were banished.
Please wait, I know you must be famished.
Listen to my tale.
The bread won’t turn stale.
Banished for years, we were.
Trapped in the earth by her.
We were freed by a priest,
accompanied by a beast.
We haven’t eaten for many years.
Do not bother to shed any tears.
Please step onto the food platters.
Our hunger is all that matters.
THE DEAD GAME
ICE COLD FEAR
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How did I come to be here?
Cold wrapped around me in fear.
No matter how far I walk.
I could hear them move and talk.
Muttering curses on me.
But faces I cannot see.
They surround me on each side.
There’s nowhere for me to hide.
I must get out of here soon.
Before the next full moon.
THE DEAD GAME
A BIT FEY
I walk with the living at day.
They do not hear I word I say.
They assume I’m alive like them,
But I’m stronger than any men.
I run through the trees,
Flying faster than bees.
At day, my true self hides away.
People believe I might be fey.
At night, I walk with others.
Closer to me than brothers.
“Who are you?” you might timidly ask.
Be careful, I’ll take you to the task.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
A GIFT
Source:weheartit.com
I have a gift for you.
For you and no one else.
It comes in a black bottle.
Elaborate script on the front.
Please accept my gift.
Close your eyes.
And open your mouth.
