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

A LEAP OF FAITH

 

A LEAP OF FAITH

Take a leap with me.

A leap of faith into the unknown.

Whom can you trust?

Is there anyone you can trust 

with your life?

A hard question to ask,

And an even harder one to answer.

A SOLEMN PROMISE

 

The skyline is clear.

Buildings stand tall and bright.

Then a day arrives that

ruins every day to come.

Intruders invade our space

and destroy our twin towers.

Towers I love.

Towers where I had worked.

Goodbye, my precious towers.

Never again will our skyline be invaded.

It shall remain clear forever.

A solemn promise.

BEFORE

The skyline was beautiful before.

Hope was present before.

Brotherhood was keenly felt before.

Life was pure and simple.

Death wasn’t an everyday concern.

Before.

SHADOWS OF THE NIGHT

 

The night is here.

Dark shadows appear.

The full moon spins on its axis.

Creatures settle for sleep.

The wise owl opens yellow eyes in defiance.

Who are the shadows that interfere

with the peace of the night?

Who dare to leave dead bodies

along their nightly path?

Hide ye beyond your closed

doors and shuttered windows.

For THE DEAD own the night.

THE DEAD GAME

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OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME 

I’m surrounded by blood,
Blood on the walls
And flowing through my veins.

Blood is thicker than water,
Heavey and intense
As it trickles and oozes.

It flows through family members
Like a disease that can’t be stopped,
Bringing with it torment and anguish.

My only recourse is to escape
From within these walls
As I tunnel my way upward.

I want to be free from the evil,
Destroying me from within,

Keeping me from my family.

 
Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

TOGETHER AT LAST

    Todd backed her against a tree on the deserted walkway. Linda couldn’t move back; and if she moved forward, well…Todd’s muscular body blocked the way.

     They stood in the tree’s cool shade, colorful leaves falling around them; each one afraid to make the first move. Todd moved closer, bent his head, and kissed her.

   His mouth soft and hard at the same time, pulled her deeper into his world of heightened feelings. When Todd touched her, she felt different—not herself anymore. He took total control of her mind and body. It felt good but scary at the same time. Linda wasn’t sure she was ready to relinquish her freedom.

     Staring at her, as if trying to commit her face to memory, Todd caressed her eyelids with his lips. When his warm lips traveled to her mouth, Linda shivered in delight. Who knew he could be gentle and caring? His lips marked a blazing trail to her neck. As he licked her skin, her limbs trembled. She threw her head back and moaned.

     He groaned in response, his playful tongue reversing direction, gathering speed until its return to her mouth. His mouth molded itself to hers. His body melded with hers until she felt as one with him. She felt herself falling into his embrace…

THE DEAD GAME

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WAITING CAN BE PURE AGONY

The house sits empty.

Spirits walk the hallways,

waiting for life and sounds

to enter the house again.

Waiting can be pure agony

when you have nowhere else to go.

FILL THE PAGES

Fill the pages with

words and stories.

Fill our lives with

people and events.

Stories to tell our children.

Words to light our journey.

Life is short and precious.

It is our right to fill in the pages.

ONE WITH THE EARTH

Asectic by Pierre Alain D. ©

We tend to forget

we’ve sprung from the soil.

When our time is done,

we’ll return to it.

We must maintain our humility,

keep our humanity intact.

The earth can still reject us,

eject us from its sphere.

Don’t tempt it.

BENEATH THE WAVES

Someone watches me from the water.

A head bobs in the shallow waves.

Yellow eyes sparkle in the sunlight.

A man rises from the waves.

A man in a wet suit.

The yellow spots must have been

a reflection from the sun.

Ouch.

I’m shot.

He shot me with a spear gun.

Too late.

I’m falling.

Will I wake to find

it had been a bad dream?

I hope so.

THE OCEAN ROARS ITS FURY

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The ocean roars its fury.

It removes any intruders.

No boats to drift on its surface.

No swimmers to ride its waves.

Frustration hits the rocks.

Anger raises the wave swells.

Birds flee.

The sun hides.

We wait.

Will the waters recede?

The answer lies in the ocean’s depths.

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.

THE ENDLESS NIGHT

Walk with me through the moonlit forest.
Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,
held aloft by our love and passion.

Follow me through the endless night
to a land where no man walks,
and love has no bounds or shackles.

We will be free to display our passion,
without retribution from humanity.
Come with me, my ice princess.

Step away from the burning plains,
where the heat burns your soles,
And love is hampered by humanity.

He extends his hand,
his lips never uttering a sound,
but his meaning as clear as can be.

The other has followed us to the clearing.
His eyes burn red with passion.
Fire follows close on his footsteps.

He scorches a trail through the tall grass,
melting his enemy’s cold path.
They face each other.

Hot and cold from opposite poles,
dueling until the end of time,
Our games have just begun.

PREY FOR THE DEAD