A FORCE WE CANNOT BEND

Icy waves ravage the shore

before returning for more.

Soaring birds ride the mighty towers,

refusing to yield to their powers.

Dolphins coast in the swells,

ignoring the death bells.

Tides hit the rocks

with frozen blocks.

They plow through the sand

with sharp claws in hand.

Momentum without end;

A force we cannot bend.

CONSUMED BY THE SEA

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Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC

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It is here.

A force to be reckoned.

It grows by the second,

thrashing under the bridge,

leaving death in its wake.

Leave me be.

My dying wish isn’t

to be consumed by the sea.

FURY

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The sea throws its fury.

It fights for its path,

Grinding down rocks,

Swallowing debris whole.

It roars to the shore,

Waiting for no one.

Its might is its right

To reign supreme forever more.

THE DESCENDANT

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Who was the original vampire?

Most say it was Count Dracula,

who had unlimited power and charm.

Enough charm to lure followers

all the way to hell and beyond.

He had one descendant.

Where can he be found today?

Is he one of The Dead in Oasis, Florida?

Come and find out.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE WITCHING HOUR

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It’s the witching hour

Welcome to the witching hour

As witches amass their power.

They are good for Oasis.

Know them on first-name basis.

I cannot promise or swear,

But they’ll rid The Dead from here.

They can cast spells to kill The Dead.

Better than hiding in your bed.

Beautiful they are all.

This night The Dead will fall.

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POWERPLAY

POWERPLAY
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Jagged fingers slice through the air.

A dance of the gods for mere mortals.

We hold our breaths as they sizzle and play.

The clouds keep them in place in defiance.

The ground rumbles in dismay at their power play.

The wind and rain fight to divert their direction.

Their aim is compromised by their enemies.

They hold strong and band together.

But the gods and nature block their path.

The earth is saved from ruin on this day.

But they’ll be back again another day.

A PUFF OF SMOKE

A puff of smoke.

A flicker of light.

Life is sweet.

Life is memorable.

Life is short.

Life is fleeting.

Gone in a puff of smoke.

Don’t close your eyes.

Keep them wide open.

Dangers are lurking everywhere.

Poof!

A life is gone.

Is it yours?

Only THE DEAD

have the power.

Only THE DEAD

hold the cure.

Only THE DEAD

know who’s next.

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THE VOICE

The evil within.

We all have that voice inside.

The voice enticing us to be bad.

Offering suggestions of revenge.

Immoral ways to succeed.

It never sleeps.

It appears in our

dreams and nightmares.

Forever ready to lead us

down dark pathways.

Always on the hunt for

new followers.

We don’t have to feed it.

Let it starve.

PURPLE POWER

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The sky is under attack

From demons rising below.

The sun shines no more,

Hidden behind the moon’s glare.

Lightning hits the clouds,

Striking them from all sides.

Darkness descends upon Oasis,

Dark shadows of the night.

Residents flee the streets

To hide behind closed doors.

Linda is determined to fight,

To save her town from The Dead.

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GREEN WAVES

The waves rise in strength.

Converging on the town.

Translucent green towers.

Swirling in their demented dance.

Clouds following in their wake.

Growing cotton balls in grey.

Rumbles of thunder fill the air.

Lightning sparks rainbows of light.

Birds leave en masse.

Hurrying to leave the scene.

They have come to our town.

To support Wolf in his quest.

Oasis will soon fall.

To The Dead and their thrall.

THE DEAD GAME

END OF TIME

Time has stopped in mid-flight.

Clouds have ceased circling the earth.

The sun refuses to show its face

For time has come to an end.

The roar echoes through the land.

Lights flicker in erratic spurts.

The power reaches its hand down

To the silent earth below.

My heart feels hollow and empty.

Panic fills the empty spaces.

My love has come to an end

And so too has the world.

A battle rages between my lovers.

Built upon anger, passion, and deceit.

The winner takes all,

And soon even me.

Todd must win this battle.

His heat must melt the ice.

He must save us from the evil one,

Who holds us in the palm of his hand.

The earth shakes and trembles in despair.

A blanket of darkness descends in slow motion.

The battle rages on in its fury.

Clashes of swords echo its thunder.

All is black.

Darkness, my only friend.

No sound to direct me

To the battlefield of hell.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

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