WHERE HAVE THE TOURISTS GONE?

Where has all the sunshine gone?

Gone hiding.

Where have all the vampires gone?

Gone dancing.

Where have all the tourists gone?

Dead and gone.

THE DEAD GAME
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THE DARK FOREST

THE DARK FOREST

Follow the path.
Deep into the forest.
Ignore the howls.

Don’t turn back.
Soon you’ll be there.
Be prepared for a surprise.

A party at a deserted house.
End House waits.
And so do The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

THERE IS NO SUN

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The moon shines bright on us all.

It has made the sun’s face fall.

It takes over the night from now on.

No more heat from its favorite sun.

Oasis will exist in the dark.

It’s scary in this deserted park.

I must get home before it’s too late.

Before my fate is sealed on this date.

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RED

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Hues of red fill the humid air.

The residents hide behind closed doors.

The tourists huddle in fear at the hotel.

The town waits deserted and quiet.

The woods rumble with music.

Dignitaries visit from around the world.

Limousines line the paths to the glass house,

Where guests fill the dance floor.

Linda watches them laugh and drink.

An undercurrent lies beneath the gaiety.

As if evil waits to raise its ugly head.

The Dead Game has begun.

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DESERTED CASTLE

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Inside Edinburgh’s castle. Scotland || Personal photograph

A castle where spirits walk

Darkness hides in corners

Vintage fingerprints smudge the walls

Old fragrances float in the air

Shadows follow without footsteps

And sighs fill the empty spaces

NO SUN

Source:gothdolly

The moonlight shines on us all.

It has made the sun’s face fall.

It takes over the day from now on.

No more heat from its favorite sun.

Oasis will exist in the dark.

It’s scary in this deserted park.

I must get home before it’s too late.

Before my fate is sealed on this date.

THE DEAD GAME

ALONE

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Alison Scarpulla

ALONE

Alone with my thoughts.

Lost in my dreams.

A deserted forest.

Empty of people.

Devoid of sound.

No movement.

No sunlight.

Only endless trees.

Where my thoughts ring

loud and clear.

CRASHING WAVES

CRASHING WAVES

Waves crashing to shore.

I want more and more.

The mist in my face

Keeps me in this place.

The tides dare to peak,

Lulling me to sleep.

This is my spot for now.

Waves, I refuse to bow.

I stand strong on the rocks,

Time passes on the clocks.

Deserted house I might be,

But I stand alone and free.

SINKHOLE

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SINKHOLE

A sinkhole where the house has stood

Lies deep in the deserted wood.

Where has everyone gone to?

The grass and trees are gone too.

A house and garden have once stood here.

Now there is only the ground laid bare.

Could they be in the tunnels below?

Will you hear me if I yell ‘hello’?

I hear rumbling coming from the hole.

The loose rocks are beginning to roll.

I should leave before it’s too late

And I suffer the same sad fate.

THE DEAD GAME

A BOOK NOT READ

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Nothing more sad.

Nothing more shameful.

Than a book not read.

A book lost to time.

 

ALONE

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Alison Scarpulla

ALONE

Alone with my thoughts.

Lost in my dreams.

A deserted forest.

Empty of people.

Devoid of sound.

No movement.

No sunlight.

Only endless trees.

Where my thoughts ring

Loud and clear.

END HOUSE

End House sits alone.

Its shutters hanging.

Furniture upended.

Shattered pictures.

Shattered dreams.

Open the door.

Walk up the battered staircase.

Past the broken statues.

A house ravaged by a storm.

Inside and out.

A storm not felt by neighbors.

What happened?

THE DEAD GAME

A HAUNTED PARTY

A party at End House.

A surprise party for us.

It’s dark inside.

And deserted.

Look at the curving staircase.

Creepy gargoyle stand guard.

Look over there.

Candles light the way.

Down the long hallway.

Let’s follow them.

A door to the basement.

The door slams shut behind us.

And locks.

The stairs are slippery.

Why are my feet are wet?

We’re standing in cold water.

What’s that noise?

Machines creaking.

Cages are descending.

They have pointy edges.

Circular saws sweep across the water.

Help!

THE DEAD GAME

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THE OLD HOUSE

The old house stands alone,

dark and deserted,

on the overgrown lawn.

A wind rustles through the fallen leaves.

The only sound in the dead silence.

No footsteps to break the quiet.

No sounds of life to lift the spirits.

Only the dead for company.

Their spirits walk the house.

No footsteps to break the quiet.

For the dead don’t leave footprints.