HE’S HERE

What if Wolf isn’t dead?

Will he return to Oasis, Florida?

Will he bring an army?

The ground shakes.

Waves rise.

Thunder echoes through town.

Lightning flashes hot.

Leaves fall from trees.

Birds flee for their lives.

He’s here.

PREY FOR THE DEAD 

THE PIANO PLAYS

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The house welcomes us.

The piano plays.

The keys dance.

The walls moan.

A long night ahead.

THE DEAD GAME 

THE DEAD WALKING

A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.

Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.

Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.

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Are You Ready to Play?

Dark shadows fill the night.
Diving from a great height.
Have they come to play?
How long will they stay?
THE DEAD GAME

WITCHCRAFT

A town living on the brink,
even with flowers bright pink.
Magic flows through the air.
Witchcraft is all too near.
THE DEAD GAME 

THE CANDLES ON THESE WALLS

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The candles on these walls

throw shadows down the halls.

Shadows that float in the air,

horrors that I cannot bear.

Soft sighs follow in their wake,

my insides begin to quake.

Gargoyles stare at us from above,

I’m thrust forward by a hard shove.

Revolving rooms lead us through a maze.

I follow along, lost in a daze.

I ask, “How do we get out of here?”

My hands covering my face in fear.

Am I standing in a flood?

I look down at all the blood.

It flows from the indoor pool.

As you know I’m not a fool.

I’m out of here as quick as can be.

There’s nothing else I want to see.

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CRASHING WAVES

CRASHING WAVES

Waves crashing to shore.

I want more and more.

The mist in my face

Keeps me in this place.

The tides dare to peak,

Lulling me to sleep.

This is my spot for now.

Waves, I refuse to bow.

I stand strong on the rocks,

Time passes on the clocks.

Deserted house I might be,

But I stand alone and free.

THE DEAD ARE HERE TO STAY

Look at the pretty sky.
Such beauty way up high.
Clouds drifting by so slowly
Like a shrine to what’s holy.

All of this will soon come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.

Dark shadows will descend onto the sand,
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem, all served with a frown.

Run for your life if you still can.
A danger for every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They didn’t come to play.

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THE END IS NEAR

 

A lamp post stands

in the forest.

Deserted woods

except for mist. 

A wolf howls

in the distance.

A cold breeze hits me.

Is this a nightmare?

The rocks beneath my bare feet

feel hard and pointy.

Why am I barefooted?

And why am I dressed in

a nightgown?

A light flickers

in the lamp post.

I might not be alone.

I should run.

I can’t.

The end is near.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

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HE'S COME FOR ME

WALK ALONE

I walk alone at night

when the moon is full height.

The sky black as tar,

but I won’t walk far.

I search for the shadow

on a road so narrow.

I want to see who he’s become;

The Dead leader, the evil one.

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COMING FOR ME

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I look out the window

and what do I see?

A storm growing in force

and coming for me.

Death comes to town.

It has its own name.

The one that I know

is called The Dead Game.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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