LOST IN TIME

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Once regal.

Once opulent.

Dancing in the moonlight.

Beneath crystal chandeliers.

Now crumbling.

Soon to be dust.

Moments lost in time.

Never heard from again.

A place of desolation.

Stairs leading to nowhere.

For no one.

PLAY ME

The house sits empty.

Deserted for years.

Dust its sole visitor.

The piano waits for a voice.

Someone to play its keys.

One last song before it’s too late.

Before its beauty is lost.

Before it joins the dust.

Play me.

DUST TO DUST

whitesoulblackheart:
Asectic by Pierre Alain D. ©
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We tend to forget
we’ve sprung from the soil.
When our time is up,
we’ll return to it.
We must keep our humility.
Our humanity intact.
The earth can still reject us,
eject us from its sphere.
Don’t tempt it.

DUST TO DUST

 (Source: sj0)

As I fade away,

I think of days gone by.

As I crumble to sand,

I remember the past.

As I shrivel to nothing,

I regret what I’ve done.

But most of all,

I regret what I haven’t.

PLAY ME

The house sits empty.

Deserted for years.

Dust its sole visitor.

The grand piano waits for a voice.

Someone to play its keys.

One last song.

Before it’s too late.

Before its beauty is lost.

Before it joins the dust.

Play me.

DEAD AND BURIED

The house stands
alone and deserted,
dark and forlorn.
The moon casts its glow
through the tall windows.
Shadows fall on the
shiny wood floors.
Mice scurry from sight.
Dust mites fly through the air.
The wind whistles through
the cavernous rooms.
Rooms that had once held people,
furniture, and signs of life.
Signs of laughter and hope.
Now the house sits alone and dark.
What could have brought it
to such an end?
Has death entered this house?
Bringing with it sickness and sorrows.
Or has the family simply moved away?
A house holds secrets,
close to its heart.
Secrets that lie buried
beneath its floors
and foundations.
Be careful where you dig.
You might not like
what you find.

THE TEST OF TIME

djferreira224:

Sunset in Everglades National Park, Florida

The test of time.
We all succumb to it.
It takes its victims.
No one is safe.
Wither.
Dry up.
Turn to dust.
And life goes on.
Until the next victims
bite the dust.
And so it goes.
On and on.
In waves.
In cycles.
In perpetuity.
No reason to fight it.
Accept it.

COME PLAY ME

The house sits empty.
Deserted for years.
Dust its sole visitor.
The grand piano waits for a voice.
Someone to play its keys.
One last song before
it’s too late.
Before its beauty is lost.
Before it joins the dust.
Come play me.

THE HAUNTED HOUSE

Haunted houses.
Who doesn’t love them?
When you step inside, the
darkness welcomes you.
It beseeches you to venture
further inside.
Empty rooms covered in dust.
Silence reigns supreme.
Then you see it.
Footsteps in the dust
that aren’t yours.
A wind blows by in a tightly
sealed room.
A soft moaning sound lingers
in the air.
Do you follow the footsteps?
Do you explore further?
The choice is all yours.
Follow your instincts.

OPEN THE DOOR

flowersgardenlove:

A closed door,
it can open to many things.
It can lead you into a garden of flowers.
It can also lead you to darkness and
unspeakable horrors.
What are you in the mood for?
Do you want pretty flowers?
Or do you want to explore the unknown.
The choice is yours.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist
http://www.outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame