Thursday, December 22, 2016


The wavering reflections of the red sky
mar the blue surface of the ocean.
The sun sets for the night,
hiding its face behind puffy clouds.
The sky reaches into its bag of tricks,
bringing out a yellow moon.
The water remains blood red
as the sky turns inky black.
A reflection from its depths
of the evil creatures rising.
Onto our crisp white shores they walk,
Leaving bloody footprints in the sand.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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