Showing posts with label dark chambers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dark chambers. Show all posts

Monday, February 19, 2018

Monday, May 8, 2017

HOUSE OF ICE



yan-wo:
“ Ice Hotel, Quebec
”
A house of ice.
Sounds too nice?
It might be.
It’s next to the sea.
Ice statues populate the place.
Just don’t look into their face.
Tales of horror fall from their lips.
Better run away from all this.
THE DEAD...
 yan-wo:

A house of ice.
Sounds too nice?
It might be.
It’s next to the sea.
Ice statues populate the place.
Just don’t look into their face.
Tales of horror fall from their lips.
Better run away from all this.

THE DEAD GAME

Monday, March 20, 2017

LOST




Lost to a world of death.
Far beneath the earth.
Trapped for centuries.
Never seeing the light.
Night never turning into day.
A family lost to the dark.
Driven crazy by despair.
Locked in dark chambers.
For eternity.
Lost to the world of the damned.
Only one could save them.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

DEMONS WITHIN






A light shines from within.
From a lone window.
Darkness veils the others.
Demons trapped in their cells.
Locked in their prisons.
Waiting for their master.
To unleash its terror.
THE DEAD GAME

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

WHO SITS THERE?


The chair begins to rock
in the empty attic,
in front of the window
Who sits there?
Friend or foe?
It watches.
It waits.
Is it one of The Watchers?
I heard they watch the town.
Vampires who watch their own.
Making our town safer?
We hope so.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook

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Saturday, December 17, 2016

THEY LAUGH







They laugh
from within the walls.
I can hear them
but not see them.
The door opens to their den,
in the dungeons below.
Can Wolf save them?
Does he even want to?
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook

Thursday, July 7, 2016

STEP INSIDE



Come inside.
A palace awaits you.
It might appear deserted.
Run down and unused.
The inside tells
a different story.
Walk on marble floors
through rooms of delight.
Rooms of different eras.
Reflecting a dead man’s dreams.
A man with no life or future.
Waiting for the end of time.
In a house fit for a prince
or a prince of darkness.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook

Friday, February 26, 2016

THE DOOR BECKONS


Wooden Door, Orvieto, Italy © Doug Hickok  All Rights Reserved

The door beckons.
It opens.
Into the darkness.
Into the quiet.
We step inside.
It locks behind us.
The silence envelopes us.
It carries us to our destination.
To the dark chambers.
Beneath the house.
Where our fate awaits us.
THE DEAD GAME