THE GATES

Source:gloriousboy 

THE GATES

The gates encircle the property,

Their sharp edges pointing to the sky.

They deter all visitors,

Keeping the evil inside.

The house holds many secrets,

Some strange and unbelievable.

Windows are eyes to the soul

And mirrors to the unknown.

End House has invited us,

Extending a fancy invitation.

Do we dare follow our curiosity,

Or listen to our pounding hearts?

We are here for the night.

Time will only tell.

Whether we make it to morning

In this unholy hell.

THE DEAD GAME

THE TERMINAL

Grand Central Terminal.
There is no other like you.
Keeping the pace through
the calm and the hectic.
Providing light through your
mullioned windows.
The watcher of it all.
The keeper of schedules.
But most of all the
keeper of time for those
passing through your gates.

LET'S DANCE

Let’s dance.
Let’s fly through the air.
Let’s trot and gallop.
Freedom!

HAUNTED HOUSE

What lies behind the tall metal gates?
Is the house behind the trees dilapidated or fixed up?
Do you want to take a chance and go inside?
We just have to climb the tall gate.
Not interested anymore, we could wait to see who comes in or out.
Forget it.
I’m going in by myself.
I’ll have all the mystery, danger, and fun.
Goodbye then.
Here I go.
I’m inside the gate.
It’s so dark and creepy in here.
There are moaning sounds.
It sounds like a baby crying.
Oh no!
Everything turned pitch black.
I have to get out of here.
I’m in trouble. Help!