Monday, February 19, 2018

HEAR THEM ROAR






Tigers pace in their cages,
Waiting to be set free.
Animals fill the basement.
An awful sight to see.

Leashes jangle against bars.
Metal against metal rings loud.
As the gates slowly lift open,
Pointy teeth glisten without sound.

This cannot be happening.
This cannot be so.
No way are there tigers
in the basement below.

THE DEAD GAME

IN THE NIGHT





by ehsan-safavie 

He comes in the night,
Ready for the fight.
He’ll slay us alive.
No one will survive.
His eyes burn blood red,
Gleaming in his head.
He leads The Dead right to me.
I won’t go on bended knee.
The creatures will be here.
Their footsteps are too near.
I bow my head to pray.
Let us live one more day.

THE DEAD GAME
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THE PIANO PLAYS





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The house welcomes us.
The piano plays.
The keys dance.
The walls moan.
A long night ahead.

THE DEAD GAME 

ARE WE ALONE?





silenceforthesoul Deactivated 
Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869) – Faust’s Dream 


ARE WE ALONE?
Are we truly alone?
Friends and family.
Are they with us?
Beside us every day?
I can feel them.
A thickness in the air.
A soft touch.
A slight breeze.
Is my brother gone?
Or is he with me?
I believe he is.
He chuckles at my blunders.
He laughs at my jokes.
He cries when I’m hurt.
Yes, he is with me.
Always.
Forever.

FACE THE DEVIL







I walk in the dark woods.
Soft cries fill my ears.
The same cries of my nightmares.
I know what waits for me in the forest.
Goosebumps riddle my chilled flesh.
The evil one calls to me.
My heart beats to his drum.
He wants me to join him.
He plays for keeps.
I will go now
and face the devil.

THE DEAD GAME

THE DEAD WALKING



1 The tides

A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.

THE FIGHT



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“ View of Mt. Fuji from Mt. Tenjo on a cloudy winter morning
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THE FIGHT
Night into day.
Day into night.
I’m swept away
As I hold tight.
The night numbs me,
Making me cold.
The days rush by
As I grow old.
I prefer day
When the sun...

View of Mt. Fuji from Mt. Tenjo on a cloudy winter morning
THE FIGHT
Night into the day.
Day into night.
I’m swept away
As I hold tight.

The night numbs me,
Making me cold.
The days rush by
As I grow old.

I prefer day
When the sun shines.
The night is fey,
Dark through the pines.

Night into day.
Day into night.
Days become grey,
No strength to fight.