DARKNESS DESCENDS

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by Marcel Huijser

Darkness descends this night.

Slithering through the grass,

It prepares for the fight.

A fight to the death for some,

For others a fight for what’s right.

The town waits with bated breath,

The sides position for the fight.

The evil one leads the way,

A greater force held at bay.

He walks into the clearing,

Soon others will join the fray.

He has come for me this night,

A shadowy form flits by.

It takes on his dreaded form,

Scooping me up to the sky.

We fly high above it all,

Rooftops passing in a rush.

I soon find myself falling

And landing in the thick brush.

I wake up in my own bed,

Happy I’m alive and free.

I fear for the dreaded night

When Wolf does come for me.

THE DEAD GAME

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A SNOWFLAKE

A snowflake.

Each one is different.

Unique.

Created by nature.

For us.

This snowflake is 

a gift for me

from someone

who is unique

in her own way.

My daughter.

The perfect gift.

Thank you.

THE CANDLES ON THESE WALLS

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The candles on these walls

throw shadows down the halls.

Shadows that float in the air,

horrors that I cannot bear.

Soft sighs follow in their wake,

my insides begin to quake.

Gargoyles stare at us from above,

I’m thrust forward by a hard shove.

Revolving rooms lead us through a maze.

I follow along, lost in a daze.

I ask, “How do we get out of here?”

My hands covering my face in fear.

Am I standing in a flood?

I look down at all the blood.

It flows from the indoor pool.

As you know I’m not a fool.

I’m out of here as quick as can be.

There’s nothing else I want to see.

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THE PAST

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THE PAST

I think back to times gone by,

when I could still soar and fly.

I took life by its horns.

I knew not of the thorns.

Love hit quickly in a heartbeat.

I jumped in too fast with both feet.

Our love burned bright and hot,

But soon he loved me not.

Hurt, I married another.

Why do I even bother?

Such feelings serve no  purpose

than allow past thoughts resurface.

Does he think of me sometimes?

I still do, at these sad times.

THE TEST OF TIME

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THE TEST OF TIME

Sunset in Everglades National Park, Florida

THE TEST OF TIME

We all succumb to it.

It takes its victims.

No one is safe.

We wither.

Dry up.

Turn to dust.

Life goes on.

Until the next victim.

Bites the dust.

And so it goes.

On and on.

It continues.

In waves.

In cycles.

In perpetuity.

No reason to fight it.

Only to accept it.

THE WITCHING HOUR

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It’s the witching hour

Welcome to the witching hour

As witches amass their power.

They are good for Oasis.

Know them on first-name basis.

I cannot promise or swear,

But they’ll rid The Dead from here.

They can cast spells to kill The Dead.

Better than hiding in your bed.

Beautiful they are all.

This night The Dead will fall.

THE DEAD GAME

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A ROAD TRIP

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I’m taking a road trip.

I shouldn’t have let that slip.

I’m trying to get away

To find a new place to stay.

Where troubles are left behind.

A place that no one can find.

Please don’t follow me.

I yearn to roam free.

Up ahead is a street light.

It’s the only one in sight.

I slow down and roll to a stop.

My car door opens with a pop.

My troubles line up on the road,

Waiting for me to stop, I’m told.

I can’t escape them this time

And not from this awful rhyme.

At the next chance, I get,

I’m off, ready and set.

 

BENEATH THE SURFACE

Hot flames.

Fires burning deep.

Beneath the surface.

Rumbling.

Splitting rocks.

Seeking an exit.

The earth is alive.

Ready to explode.

Did you have any doubts?

Were you a skeptic?

Seeing is believing.

Sizzle.

Pop.