THE WAVES

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Golden Hour by willyam http://ift.tt/2aItg9O

THE WAVES

Lined up like sentries.

Shoulder to shoulder.

Eying the shoreline.

Storm at their backs.

Wind at their sides.

Sun setting above.

Sea ripples below.

Sky darkens.

Clouds rush in.

Birds flee the scene.

Sky opens up.

Water rains down from above.

Quiet reigns supreme.

They quicken their tempo.

Winds pick up their pace.

They hit the sand with force.

Lines of soldiers.

Shoulder to shoulder.

As one.

LOST IN THE STORM

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The storm is approaching the shore.

I can feel the dampness in the air.

The mist spraying against my face.

Strands of hair lifting in the wind.

The rumbling of thunder in the distance.

Flashes of light crossing the darkening sky.

Yes, I can feel it.

It’s almost here.

MARK THE SPOT

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Dark skies above.

Dark trails below.

No wildlife.

No birds or insects.

Only dense grass.

To mark the spot

Where End House had stood.

Its evil glory washed out to sea.

To be replaced by a green carpet

Of emptiness and darkness.

A marker for The Dead.

From the dungeons they’ll rise

And walk the earth once again.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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