Shadowland.

Ghostly whispers,
misty kisses,
a play with death,
a thoughtless dare,
A game inside this shadow-land,
when we see what isn't really there.

Spin the bottle,
Deal the cards,
Throw the dice
and chase the darts.
A challenge from a faceless stranger,
inside this unknown, misty danger.

A nightmare where only evil reigns,
where posion runs inside your veins.
In this world of ghosts
where noone survives,
to take the challenge
and run for our lives.

NOTE... This poem isn't done yet, still working on it.
Yours
Semper Ardens Obsession