WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

The trees of the forest shiver and shake.

Their long limbs tremble from the next quake.

Thick bodies blaze a glaring white.

Tears freezing from their new plight. 

The world has become hard and cold.

My trembling body feels old.

Surrounded on four sides by white. 

The bright glare blinded my sight.

White is the color of my nightgown.

I stand and shiver with a frown.

A shadow emerges from the trees.

I hope it is not him, pretty please.

My body moves forward against my will.

I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.

I dig my feet into the packed snow.

But I must go where the wind might blow.

BENEATH THE TREE

The tree appears dark and looming.

It could use some proper grooming.

I want to take a walk between its legs,

growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.

By its rules, we must strictly abide.

Imagine the secrets it must hide.

Come walk with me in its dark shade.

Through the fallen leaves we will wade.

A canopy of leaves above our heads

As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.

A BODY IN THE NIGHT

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Florida weaves its magic spell

as the town sleeps.

The moon peeks between the clouds

to the dark water lapping at the shore.

A rustle sounds in the trees,

followed by a cry in the night.

A hint of evil.

A whisper of things to come.

A body left onshore.

Will there be more?

Another night in Oasis, Florida.

THE DEAD GAME

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A SHADOW IN THE WIND

The castle sits in the woods,

its walls filled with memories.

Sounds of laughter and music

float in the still air.

Whisps of smoke hover 

between the trees.

A soft shadow in the wind 

settles beside me.

A tap on my shoulder.

A sigh in my ear.

I know who it is.

Goodbye, my love.

We’ll be together again soon.

RED LACE

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RED LACE

I will lay down my head to sleep

Beneath a canopy so deep.

Soft leaves curl around my face,

Covering me in red lace.

Sticks of trees protect my sides.

Perfect place for one who hides.

The sun peeks in between the red,

The rays of sunshine warm my head.

THE JOURNEY

The mist follows close at my heels,

Relentless in its pursuit.

Roots poke through the ground.

Tree limbs grab at me.

The fog clears.

The forest ends.

I’ve reached the clearing.

He waits for me.

A black stallion is his ride.

I grab his extended arm.

He lifts me behind him.

We ride like the wind.

I sigh and turn my head.

A scream is lodged in my throat.

His face isn’t of my loved one

but a mask of death.

We ride like the wind

to the ends of the earth.

Hell’s gates shut behind us.

No one is knocking on its doors.

MEOW!

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I’m being followed

through the woods

and into town.

Help me!

I hear them

but can’t see them.

Quiet as the night.

Silence is their prayer.

Meow!

THE DEAD GAME

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RED

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Hues of red fill the humid air.

The residents hide behind closed doors.

The tourists huddle in fear at the hotel.

The town waits deserted and quiet.

The woods rumble with music.

Dignitaries visit from around the world.

Limousines line the paths to the glass house,

Where guests fill the dance floor.

Linda watches them laugh and drink.

An undercurrent lies beneath the gaiety.

As if evil waits to raise its ugly head.

The Dead Game has begun.

THE DEAD GAME

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DEADLY SINS

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It comes with the sea

Following me to shore

Through the undead woods

And under the door.

A life of its own

Living in the house

In this coastal town

Alive from within.

Filled with dead bodies

And untold deadly sin.

THE DEAD GAME

EYES TO THE SKY

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Light squeezes between the leaves.

Eyes to the sky serve me best.

Rays cast hot fingers on me.

Sun has passed its daily test.

The circle widens and deepens.

A place to while away the day.

I keep to its rounded corners.

A place I’ve come to love and pray.

THE HOUSE WITHIN

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The wind blows through the trees,

ruffling the blanket of grass,

striking a path through the woods.

The path leads the way

to the house within,

to End House at Oasis.

THE DEAD GAME

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Let’s travel through the forest so green.

A creature-filled oasis but don’t scream.

The roots tangle around our feet.

Walking becomes a scary feat.

Neon leaves hit our faces.

A hit every few paces.

I’m sinking deep into the forest floor.

Quicksand my enemy forever more.