Showing posts with label graves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label graves. Show all posts

Sunday, October 25, 2020

LET THE LEAVES FALL


Source: fall-spirit

Let the leaves fall where they may

upon tombstones built to stay.

On these stones, the residents pound

as fall colors litter the ground.

No one is free to leave.

To this earth, they must cleave.

Tuesday, February 25, 2020

THE MOON RISES


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Creak.
Crunch.
The air moves.
Squeak.
Moan.
The trees shake.
I shouldn’t have come alone.
In the dark.
After the sun sets.
The moon rises.
And so do The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME

Sunday, December 1, 2019

I WILL




I will grow.
I will reach the stars.
I don’t care about the graves
or the mausoleums.
I don’t care
The Dead
walk the night.
I will grow leaves.
I will stay here.
I will stay alive.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
 Nook

Saturday, November 9, 2019

THE NIGHT COMES

THE NIGHT COMES




The night comes,
Dragging its feet,
Lurking in the corners.
Come to me.
I can’t wait much longer.
Your time is limited.
Enter my domain.
The wind sighs.
The moon shows its face.
The birds flee.
The spirits rise.
Yes, move closer.

Wednesday, October 2, 2019

ALONE IN A CEMETERY



ALONE IN A CEMETERY

The wind whispers.
The trees sway.
Air hisses through the leaves.
Shadows lurk between gravestones.
With long robes, they sweep toward me.
A statue looms in the distance.
A winged angel turns her cold face 
and faces me.
A wicked grin curves her mouth.
Her wings take flight.
And so do I.

Sunday, August 25, 2019

TOMBSTONES MOVING




I see tombstones moving,
Winds blowing,
Grass ruffling.
The Dead wait for darkness.
The streets of town they walk.
Innocent victims they will find.
The games are about to begin.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook

Wednesday, July 31, 2019

BUTTERFLIES AFLUTTER


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Butterflies are aflutter
among the tombstones.
Leaves cover the green
in shades of orange & red.
Sighs cut the silence
like a sharp knife.
Beneath the ground,
The Dead wait.
The leaves lift in the wind,
twirling to form shapes.
Butterflies flee
the peaceful scene.
No need to fear,
The Dead are here.


Monday, June 17, 2019

SHY CEMETERY

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A cemetery so shy
the dead and gone pass it by.
The graves hide in shame
from its silly name.
No mausoleums to grace it,
or fine tombstones to enhance it.
Please stay away from here.
The dead don’t want you near.

Thursday, June 6, 2019

WELCOME THE MORBID & CURIOUS




The cobblestones glisten
outside the dark cemetery.
Gravestones stand tall
in the heavy fog.
Moans sweep the winds
that rustle the lifeless trees.
A gate stands open
to welcome the curious.
Footsteps draw closer
to my hiding place.
A cloaked figure enters
the home of The Dead.
It enters a mausoleum
with an angel standing guard.
Goosebumps riddle my body
as I inch forward from my spot.
Dark shadows drift to the door
that the figure has left open.
I can’t stand the suspense any longer
and so I must follow their lead.
I must find the secret lair
of The Dead and gone.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES

Friday, March 9, 2018

WE’RE HERE


WE’RE HERE
A walk through the cemetery.
Darkness is my friend.
The moon my buddy.
The stars keep me company.
“Who goes there?”
I hear in the distance.
Is that the night watchman?
Has he seen somebody?
Should I continue walking?
All is quiet.
The mist...

WE’RE HERE
A walk through the cemetery.
Darkness is my friend.
The moon my best buddy.
Shining stars to keep me company.
“Who goes there?”
A voice calls in the distance.
Is that the night watchman?
Has he seen somebody?
Should I continue walking?
All is quiet.
The mist moves.
It parts, and I can see—
What is that?
Skeletons are rising from graves.
And I can hear the music.
They are dancing to the beat.
Skulls are swiveling.
Bony feet are tapping.
Who knew a cemetery
could be such fun?

Sunday, November 5, 2017

FOLLOW THE CURIOUS


The cobblestones glisten
under the moonlight.
Gravestones peek out
in the heavy fog.

Moans sweep the winds
that rustle the lifeless trees.
A gate stands open
to welcome the curious.

Footsteps draw closer
to my hiding place.
A cloaked figure enters
the home of the dead.

It disappears inside a mausoleum
with a lone angel standing guard.
Goosebumps riddle my body
as I inch forward from my spot.

I can’t stand the suspense.
I must find the meeting place
of the dead and gone.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook