HIS PASSION MOUNTS

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Storm is coming.

Hitting the shore.

Palm trees flying.

And so much more.

Anger raises the waves.

Passion kicks up the sand.

Fear hides behind clouds.

Marching in like a band.

I know he is here.

I hide from his face.

He’s coming for me.

Clouds pick up the pace.

His anger brings passion and fear.

Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.

His can easily moves mountains.

For me he moves the sky above.

THE DEAD GAME

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FORCE WITH NO END

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Waves hit the rocks

With frozen blocks.

They plow through the sand,

Sharp claws in their hand.

They ravage the shore,

Coming back for more.

A battle with no end.

A force we cannot bend.

ICY FURY

A duel to end all duels.
A battle to the death.
The winds raise the waves
To heights of ecstasy.

They tease the shore
With their pounding fury. 
The sand reduced to dust
From their unrelenting force.

I’m torn in half,
Tempted by the ice storm,
Where cold flesh brings passion,
And games are the rule of the day.

Heat still flows through my veins, 
Drawing me back to the light,
Where human flesh brings love
And easement from the storm.

Wolf rises from the water,
His body melting in droplets.
He exists no more.
He has lost the battle.

How could have I not known?
How could I have forgotten?
The cold waits no more for me.
Emptiness fills the void inside.

I can still hear his voice,
Feel his presence in the wind.
His icy fury slices into the shore,
Calling for me to join him.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME 

TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

Palm trees waving in the breeze.

A taste of salt water in the air.

Calm waters in blues and greens.

Lush greenery as far as the eye can see.

Too good to be true?

Does a place like this exist?

It does exist in Oasis, Florida.

A small community nestled on the beach.

Brilliant white sand sparkles in the afternoon sun.

Tourists sunbathe alongside the pool of the Oasis Hotel.

But at night everything changes.

Gone is the feeling of peace and serenity.

Gone are the warm trade winds.

Instead, cold winds bring with them dark shadows.

Dark shadows bringing evil and fear.

The Dead have come to town.

THE DEAD GAME

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