SNOW IS BLACK

A town where the snow is black,

bringing coldness & fear.

Old remnants of tears held back,

and times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,

fear covers in disarray.

Anguished & frozen with pain,

dark petals fall in dismay.

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THE HALLWAY

 

The hallway awaits.

It beckons.

It calls.

Doors line either side.

Shrill cries fill the air.

Cold creeps into my bones.

Then silence descends.

I peek into the first room.

Empty wheelchairs face me.

Except for one.

It turns, rolls to me,

then stops.

I freeze.

The lights flash.

A table appears at the far wall.

A bright surgical light hangs above.

The men in white coats face me.

I open my mouth to scream.

I'm strapped to the table.

The men in white peer at me.

A drill whirls next to my ear.

I struggle against the thick straps.

The room goes black.

THE ECHO OF FOOTSTEPS

Night comes slowly.

Footsteps fall softly.

Boats drift on the water.

A cat meows.

Footsteps hit closer.

Noise by the garbage can.

A splash in the water.

Footsteps echo louder.

An oar hits the water.

Chains rattle.

More steps.

I turn.

A flash of light.

Footsteps halt.

A boat sits in the dark water,

Filled with flowers

And my true love.

SPIRITS WALK

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Inside Edinburgh’s castle. Scotland 

A castle where spirits walk.

Darkness hides in corners.

Old fragrances float in the air.

Shadows follow without footsteps.

And sighs fill the empty spaces.

DARK SHADOW

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He walks in the night,

Ready for a fight.

No one comes near.

Most out of fear.

I won’t walk his way.

By the tree, I’ll stay

Until he’s gone from sight.

Only then I’ll take flight.

THE DOOR

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Wooden Door, Orvieto, Italy © Doug Hickok  All Rights Reserved

The door beckons.

It opens.

Into the darkness.

Into the quiet.

We step inside.

It locks behind us.

The silence envelopes us.

It carries us to our destination.

To the dark chambers.

Beneath the house.

Where our fate awaits us.

THE DEAD GAME

SAVE ME

What has happened to our paradise?
Now I could surely use some advice.
Our town is bombarded with creatures.
In the dark we can’t see their features.

They come out in the dark of night.
Hiding their faces from the light.
The winds are picking up speed.
They devour our town with greed.

We must run and hide in the church.
Before we are left in the lurch.
Someone save us before it’s too late.
From creatures filled with evil and hate.

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THE DEAD ARE BEHIND ME

Dark shadows have been stalking me

every single night.

As soon as the sun sets,

dark shadows appear.

I can’t escape from them.

Now I have one following me.

It’s followed me from End House.

I knew I shouldn’t have

attended that party.

The party from hell, where

no one was there to greet us

but deadly traps and revolving rooms.

Just when I thought I was safe,

and free from End House,

I have one of them chasing me.

What are they?

Or shall I say, who are they?

They are The Dead.

And they’ve come for all of us.

I can hear it behind me.

Help me!

THE DEAD take no prisoners.

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EVIL WAITS

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Evil waits for you and me.

Beneath the tall cypress tree.

It comes in the dark of night.

Won’t leave without a good fright.

The mausoleum is dark.

We only came on a lark.

Time for us to run and go.

The wind says, “I don’t think so.”

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MYSTERY OF THE UNKNOWN

What will appear?
The best part of a mystery:
The unknown.

THE DEAD GAME --- BLOOD RED

The battle between good and evil rages on.
The sky and water have turned blood red.
Red as wine flowing down the side of a cup.
Red as blood oozing from the a deep gash.


The Dead hold the world in their hands.
Our world of people, hope, and humanity.
Their world lies below civilization.
Below the depths of humanity.

They have to come to our shores.
They have come to Oasis, Florida.
To exert their claim over humanity.
To rule with a cold heart and an evil mind.

The Watchers and good vampires band together.
They must search and destroy the evil ones. 
They must find the leader hiding behind his disguise.
A disguise to fool some but not me.

Wolf cannot hide long in his protective shell.
His evil will come to the surface to show all.
He might be a charmer with women falling at his feet.
But I will not succumb to his charms a second time.

The sky shudders and bleeds its pain.
Thunder brings with it daggers of hail.
Lightning casts flashes of light upon the hidden.
Upon the dark shadows roaming the streets.

The wind calls my name, "Linda, come to me."
It is soothing like a warm blanket on a winter's night.
It holds promises of passion and endless love.
But I will hold strong and not weaken.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

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