WELCOME TO THE PARTY

WELCOME TO THE PARTY

Candles along the stairs,

Keepers of the dark night.

We’ve come for the party

With no one else in sight.

More candles down the hall,

Their eerie lights flicker.

Empty rooms greet us as

We begin to bicker.

The basement door stands open.

We argue and make a fuss.

We agree to take the stairs

As the door slams behind us.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

WELCOME

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WELCOME

Candles climb the stairs.

Sentries of the night.

We’re invited to a party.

Without a host.

More candles line the hallway.

Their lights beckon.

Empty rooms greet our hesitant steps.

An open door leads to darkness.

Stairs leading down.

The door slams behind us.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

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THE WEEPING WOMAN

The lights turn on in the room so dark.

We came here for a dare and a lark.

The rooms are deserted and cold.

Ghosts would be present we were told.

All we see are dust and deserted rooms.

No one has lived here in so many moons.

The quiet is unnerving and thick.

Time for us to leave this scene real quick.

Something doesn’t feel right.

We must turn and take flight.

Before the noise from above

Thinks we are her lost love.

The weeping woman is coming near.

She dances and chuckles at our fear.

The doors and windows are locking.

Our escape the ghost is blocking.

WAITING CAN BE PURE AGONY

The house sits dark and empty.
Who will visit its dark rooms?
Will someone ever sit on the chair
to gaze deeply into the vanity mirror?
Spirits walk the long hallways.
Waiting for company.
Waiting for life and sounds
to enter the house once again.
Is it so much for them to ask?
Why is it so hard to find new owners?
How much longer must they wait?
Waiting can be pure agony
when you have nowhere else to go.