FOOTSTEPS AT THE DOOR

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“Institute Benjamenta” (1995) dir. Timothy Quay, Stephen Quay

Has he come for me?

I hear his footsteps.

Walking up the steps.

The leaves stop rustling.

The wind stops blowing.

The silence is overpowering.

Is he standing outside the door,

Waiting for me to open it?

I won’t.

I won’t let him in.

He wants me.

I won’t become one of The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

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OASIS FUN

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ICE HEAVEN

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An ice heaven awaits.

Frozen statues in paradise.

Parties in the cold of night.

The Dead of night.

The Dead can’t feel the burn.

Their guests twirling among the frozen

Raise their glasses to The Dead and gone.

No melting until the sun shines bright

And The Dead hide their faces.

Take me away from here

Before I become one of them.

The night walkers who seek darkness

and revel in the cold night hours.

THE DEAD GAME

DANCE

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Come and join us.

Stay for the games.

We play all night.

Before the morning light.

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NO SHELTER FROM THE STORM

The birds are watching.

They are waiting for night.

It will provide cover

for their flight over Oasis.

They will storm the Town Hall

with shrieks of glee.

Their bodies will transform into

creatures of hell.

There will be no shelter from this storm.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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THE HAUNTED HOUSE

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.

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