FACE THE DEVIL

 

 

I walk in the dark woods.

Soft cries fill my ears.

The same cries of my nightmares.

I know what waits for me in the forest.

Goosebumps riddle my chilled flesh.

The evil one calls to me.

My heart beats to his drum.

He wants me to join him.

He plays for keeps.

I will go now

and face the devil.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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“ Soaring.
Towering above us.
Blocking out the light.
Creatures of might.
Lovers of the night.
Holding hands.
Brushing shoulders.
Brothers until the end.
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Soaring.

Towering above us.

Blocking out the light.

Creatures of might.

Lovers of the night.

Holding hands.

Brushing shoulders.

Brothers until the end.

 

DANCE IN THE WOODS

 

 

DANCE IN THE WOODS

 

Feel the wind in your hair.

Raise your arms in the air.

Sway in the dark.

Alone in the park.

Dance in the night.

It will give you light.

Dance with the moon.

The sun will rise soon.

Let loose, dance, sway, and bend.

Mother nature is your friend.

DANCE IN THE WOODS

 

 

DANCE IN THE WOODS

Feel the wind in your hair.

Raise your arms in the air.

Sway in the dark.

Alone in the park.

Dance in the night.

It will give you light.

Dance with the moon.

The sun will rise soon.

Let loose, dance, sway, and bend.

Mother nature is your friend.

HIS DARK FLAME

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He fills​ me with longings.

Cold as the night air.

He flies free in the dark.

But yet he returns for me.

I dare not go to meet him.

In the dark forest at midnight.

I must hold strong and steady.

I must remain with my own kind.

With whom I feel safe and secure.

And never venture into the woods.

To rekindle his dark flame.

I must hold firm​ and steady.

Or my light will turn to dark.

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THE TREE

THE TREE
The tree appears dark and looming.
It could use some proper grooming.
I want to take a walk between its legs,
Growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.
By its rules we must strictly abide.
Imagine the secrets it must hide.
Come walk with...

 

THE TREE

The tree appears dark and looming.

It could use some proper grooming.

I want to take a walk between its legs,

Growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.

By its rules we must strictly abide.

Imagine the secrets it must hide.

Come walk with me in its deep shade.

Through the fallen leaves we will wade.

A canopy of leaves above our heads

As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.

 

INTO THE WOODS

They live in the woods.
Lights flicker through the trees.
We follow the lights to the glass house,
Lit from within by crystal chandeliers.
Notes of The Waltz drift to us.
Glass walls reveal dancing couples,
Twirling on the dance floor.
Tuxedoed men...

 

They live in the woods.

Lights flicker through the trees.

We follow the lights to the glass house,

Lit from within by crystal chandeliers.

Notes of The Waltz drift to us.

Glass walls reveal dancing couples,

Twirling on the dance floor.

Tuxedoed men stand guard at the front door.

Snow flakes fall from the dark sky.

Snow in Florida?

The clock strikes midnight.

The couples freeze.

After the last chime,

Dancing commences.

All is not right in the glass house.

All is not right with the town of Oasis.

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A WORLD OF DARKNESS

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Welcome to our world.

Our haven from light.

A world of darkness.

We’re hidden from sight.

 

Dance with us tonight.

Come with us and play.

Music soothes the soul.

Dawn won’t have its say.

 

Lift your demon souls.

Become one with us.

Spread your wings for flight.

Become one of us.

 

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RABBIT HOLE

 

Is this heaven or hell?

Do I hear a loud bell?

Pink lights are flashing.

I can hear thrashing.

 

The forest is alive.

A gigantic beehive.

Buzzing sounds surround us.

Yellow like a school bus.

 

Get me out of here.

Something in my hair.

A giant bee is caught inside.

I need a place to run and hide.

 

Get the bee away from me.

It just bit me on my knee.

I want to go in the rabbit hole.

I don’t care if I meet a mole.

WOLF

 

 

 

He comes in the dark night.

Before the morning light.

Grey is the color of his large eyes.

He can see as far as the crow flies.

He is a gorgeous creature of the night.

He is much too scary upon first sight.

As I courageously draw near.

He backs away to disappear.