Showing posts with label witch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label witch. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 26, 2019

DARK AS THE NIGHT



I walk with the living at day,
They do not hear a word I say.
They believe I’m alive like them,
But I’m stronger than any men.
I run like the wind past the trees,
Fly through the sky faster than bees.
My true self is hidden away,
I might be a little fey.
At night I walk with others,
They’re close to me like brothers.
“Who am I?” you might ask.
I might take you to task.
Take care not to open that door,
You’ll be in hell forevermore.

Thursday, September 12, 2019

FRIDAY THE 13TH


1 Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th is here.
There is no need to fear.
Step into the manor.
Ignore any banter.
The party is for you,
only a select few.
I have a secret to tell,
one involving an old spell.
A witch cast her spell.
Our lives went to hell.
Beneath End House, we were banished.
Please wait, I know you must be famished.
Listen to my tale.
The bread won’t turn stale.
Banished for years, we were.
Trapped in the earth by her.
We were freed by a priest,
accompanied by a beast.
We haven’t eaten for many years.
Do not bother to shed any tears.
Please step onto the food platters.
Our hunger is all that matters.
THE DEAD GAME

Tuesday, August 13, 2019

CHOOSE YOUR WEAPONS




It isn’t easy to kill The Dead.
A knife through the eye
won’t weaken them.
A drink of poison
won’t stop them.
Sunlight can be
a hot spot for them.
A beheading for dinner
can slash them dead.
A witch’s spell 
might do the trick.
Choose your weapons carefully
for The Dead are hard to kill.
THE DEAD GAME

Thursday, June 6, 2019

A BIT FEY




I walk with the living at day.
They do not hear I word I say.
They assume I’m alive like them,
But I’m stronger than any men.
I run through the trees,
Flying faster than bees.
At day, my true self hides away.
People believe I might be fey.
At night, I walk with others.
Closer to me than brothers.
“Who are you?” you might timidly ask.
Be careful, I’ll take you to the task.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES

Sunday, April 28, 2019

A GIFT



I have a gift for you.
For you and no one else.
It comes in a black bottle.
Elaborate script on the front.
Please accept my gift.
Close your eyes.
And open your mouth.

Monday, October 15, 2018

TEA FOR TWO


Banana Brain – Die Antwoord


Tea for two.
One for me.
One for you.
Mine is sweet.
Yours is not.
Some good sleep
from this old pot.

Thursday, September 6, 2018

MAGIC


Suburban witch


MAGIC

The new spring blooms colors.
But who even bothers
to breathe the sweet air?
I don’t have a care.
My car fails to start,
a walk in the park.
I raise my small hand.
Gone is the quicksand.
I race down the hill,
a heavenly thrill.
Shocked faces turn to me.
Only houses I see.

Sunday, August 12, 2018

ANTICIPATION




An evil witch
Hiding in plain sight.
In the town of Oasis,
Florida’s vacation paradise,
I will make my appearance.
Join the fun.
Book 2 will be here all too soon.

Sunday, October 15, 2017

TEA FOR TWO


Tea for two
areyou-stillawake
Banana Brain – Die Antwoord
Tea for two.
One for me.
One for you.
Mine is sweet.
Yours is not.
Some good sleep
from this old pot.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

ONLY HOUSES I SEE

Suburban witch

The new spring blooms colors.
But who even bothers
to breathe the sweet air?
I don’t have a care.

My car fails to start,
a walk in the park.
I raise my small hand.
Gone is the quicksand.

It races down the hill,
the most heavenly thrill.
Shocked faces turn to me.
Only houses I see.

Monday, May 8, 2017

A WITCH’S BREW




A WITCH’S BREW
Our paradise is lost,
Coldness seizes the day.
To the winds we are tossed,
For our sins we must pay.

Like a cold witch’s brew,
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.
THE DEAD GAME

Thursday, December 8, 2016

THE WITCHING HOUR


It’s the witching hour

Welcome the witching hour.
We can use their power.
Witches are good for Oasis.
I know them on first-name basis.
They might rid The Dead from here.
I cannot promise or swear.
They can cast spells to kill The Dead.
Better than hiding in your bed.
They are walking down the road.
No resemblance to a toad.
Beautiful they are all.
This night the town will fall.
THE DEAD GAME