A GINGERBREAD HOUSE

emiliomaccanti:
“ Chalet
Crissolo | Piemonte | Italy
”
A gingerbread house so quaint.
Disguised with colorful paint.
An evil group lives here.
And our town is so near.
They are Watchers for The Dead.
I’m afraid to go to bed.
Come and take a quick...

 

emiliomaccanti:

Chalet
Crissolo | Piemonte | Italy

A gingerbread house so quaint.

Disguised with colorful paint.

An evil group lives here.

And our town is so near.

They are Watchers for The Dead.

I’m afraid to go to bed.

Come and take a quick look.

Or you can read my book.

THE DEAD GAME

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DARK AS THE NIGHT

HIDDEN

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.

Whom am I? you might ask.

I might take you to task.

Take care not to open that door,

You’ll be in hell forever more,

 

THE DEAD GAME

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Nook
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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

THE DEAD ARE COMING

 

THE DEAD ARE COMING

The dark woods keeps them hidden.

I know that I’m forbidden

From walking this way.

I must get away.

 

I hear them moving through the trees.

Let me get away from them please.

The footsteps are louder.

The moon is now rounder.

 

The end for me and the town is near.

A crystal ball I don’t need to peer.

I won’t bow on bended knee.

This will still not end well for me.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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Nook

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PRAY FOR US

 

Like a cold witches’ brew.
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.
Warm winds turn cold
As all become prey.
The young and old. 
For them we must pray.
Hell hath no fury
Like a demon scorned.
There is no jury
For a small town mourned.
Who’ll save Oasis
From ‘The Dead’ demons?
Who will now face us,
More dead or demons?
Pray for us.
We are alone 
Come save us.
We must atone.
THE DEAD GAME
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VAMPYR

What is this book for?

To rid the world of vampires,

or so Father John believed.

He foolishly used one of its spells.

And he created a new type of demon.

A demon who can’t be destroyed.

Be careful how you use the book.

Read what happens in

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist.

THE MOON FALLS

 

The moon goes 

through its phases.

Becoming smaller

each day.

Until it’s gone.

Leaving no trace

of its former self.

That is when The Dead

will come for us.

In the darkness.

In the coldness.

In the dark of night.

THE DEAD GAME

KEEP AWAY

 

Keep away from this place.

Don’t want to see your face.

Witchcraft is my own tool.

I won’t be made a fool.

The Dead don’t belong here.

The undead I won’t bear.

A perfect paradise of green and blue.

And not polluted by the likes of you.

THE DEAD GAME