A HORROR STORY

We stand alone in this bleak hall.

There won’t be dancing at this ball.

Time to leave this creepy place.

We must quicken our slow pace.

But since this is a horror story,

We will not be leaving with glory.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

MIDNIGHT AT THE OASIS

Lights flicker through the trees.

Music floats in the still air.

Dare we join the party?

Figures twirl inside the glass walls.

The clock strikes midnight.

Time comes to a standstill.

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THE PERFECT TIME FOR A PARTY

 

It’s a magical night for a party.

Beautiful couples dance

between the glass statues.

Fancy gowns drape the perfect bodies.

The glasshouse shimmers in the moonlight.

The party is perfect.

A little too perfect.

THE DEAD GAME

THE PERFECT NIGHT FOR A PARTY

It’s a magical night for a party.

Beautiful couples dance

between the glass statues.

Fancy gowns drape the perfect bodies.

The glasshouse shimmers in the moonlight.

The party is perfect.

A little too perfect.

THE DEAD GAME

FEEL THE BEAT

The music drums to the beat

of the sound of marching feet.

Crimson waves hit the shore,

seeking both rich and poor.

A red blanket covers the town

as The Dead descend with a frown.

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GLASS HOUSE

 

Follow the lights to the house of glass,
There will be much splendor in the grass.
A more decadent event there could not be,
Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.

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SPLENDOR IN THE GRASS

Follow the lights to the house of glass,
There will be much splendor in the grass.
A more decadent event there could not be,
Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.

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THE HOUSE OF LIGHTS

Follow the lights to the house of glass,
There will be much splendor in the grass.
A more decadent event there could not be,
Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.

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FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

halftimeprincess: Art by Augusto Peixoto @ IrondoomDesign DEVIANTART

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

Follow the lights to the house of glass.

There will be much splendor in the grass.

Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.

A more decadent event there could not be.

Champagne will flow until the wee hours.

Come with me and dance among the flowers.

This room full of guests gives me a chill.

Maybe we should leave, I’ve had my fill.

Stares follow us in the room.

They’ll be upon us too soon.

The guests are not what they appear.

Beneath, they are just bones and hair.

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TAKE ME TO THE BALL

Take me to the ball.
In the glasshouse.
A green ball of lights.
Lit from within.
Take me to the ball.
I want to dance all night.
Until the sun rises.
And The Dead depart.

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AN UNDERCURRENT OF EVIL

halftimeprincess:

Guests dance

between frozen statues.

Statues of ice.

Sad expressions for eternity.

Tears flow on frosty cheeks.

Beneath the music and gaiety

lies an undercurrent of evil.

Time to leave this cold paradise

and escape, if one can.

Escape this deadly game

of The Dead.

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DANCE WITH ME

 

Dance with me until the moon hides its face,

and the sun attempts to quicken the pace.

From the sunlight vampires turn their face,

and dancers twirl to the light’s frenzied pace.

THE DEAD GAME

RED SUNSET

mistymorningme

Cape Cod July 2013_-60 (by jackfrench)

Sunset brings shadows with the night.

Birds of prey take off in dark flight.

Hues of red fill the night air.

High-pitched howls sound too near. 

Residents hide behind locked doors.

Is that blood seeping through the floors?

The forest rumbles with song and laughter.

Night parties filled to every rafter.

Limousines line the path to the glass house

Glass statues watch them, quiet as a mouse.

Dancing halts at the strike of midnight,

Twirling figures freeze in the moonlight.

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FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

Art by Augusto Peixoto @ IrondoomDesign DEVIANTART

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

Follow the lights to the house of glass.

There will be much splendor in the grass,

Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.

A more decadent event there could not be.

Champagne will flow until the wee hours.

Come with me and dance among the flowers.

This room full of guests gives me a chill.

Maybe we should leave, I’ve had my fill.

Stares are following us in the room.

They will be upon us all too soon.

The guests are not what they appear.

Beneath, they are just bones and hair.

THE DEAD GAME

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