Showing posts with label devil worship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label devil worship. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 27, 2019

A GARDEN FOR THE DEAD


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Frozen in place.
Dripping tears for centuries.
Memories of a lifetime.
Praying for salvation.
A frown for eternity.
Will her tears sprout
a garden for The Dead?
THE DEAD GAME Series by Susanne Leist

THE DEAD GAME 
PREY FOR THE DEAD: Book Two 

Monday, February 19, 2018

FACE THE DEVIL







I walk in the dark woods.
Soft cries fill my ears.
The same cries of my nightmares.
I know what waits for me in the forest.
Goosebumps riddle my chilled flesh.
The evil one calls to me.
My heart beats to his drum.
He wants me to join him.
He plays for keeps.
I will go now
and face the devil.

THE DEAD GAME

THE DEVIL HIDES HIS FACE







He has come for me.
I’ll never be free.
He comes this night.
Fear at first sight.

He claims his love.
But he’s no dove.
He’s evil as can be.
Always searching for me.

I must hide until morning.
Or the town will be mourning.
The devil hides his face.
I know his deadly pace.

His footsteps ring hollow.
Steps quicken to follow.
He sings a sweet song.
I know I’m not wrong.

The devil is right behind me.
Even though his face I can’t see.
He has me in his grasp.
I cry out with a gasp.

He kisses me with passion.
I know this is his fashion.
To take what is not his.
And make me only his.

THE DEAD GAME

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

SEEK SHELTER


The sky rumbles its pain.
The clouds shout out in vain.
The water bubbles hot.
It won’t forget you not.
Run from the hot flames of hail.
Try to hide to no avail.
Seek shelter from the storm.
This will be the new norm.
The Dead now run the town.
Chin...
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The sky rumbles its pain.
The clouds shout out in vain.
The water bubbles hot.
It won’t forget you not. 
Run from the hot flames of hail.
Try to hide to no avail.
Seek shelter from the storm.
This will be the new norm.
The Dead now run the town.
Chin up and dare not frown.
We must bow to their favor.
While we wait for our Savior.
THE DEAD GAME


Sunday, May 28, 2017

THE DEAD GAME – EXCERPT







THE DEAD GAME – EXCERPT
Linda was pulled into the deserted garden to face Wolf and his side-kick Hayden. She didn’t know what was real or what was illusion. 
“I didn’t come here to play parlor games with you. I need you to convince Todd to join with us,” Wolf said in a loud voice. “He can never be human or accepted by them. He’s a human vampire. He belongs with us. It makes more sense for him to stick with his own kind.”      
“He’s not like you in any way at all: he cares too deeply for people and is loyal to his friends.” Linda backed away. “On the other hand, you and your vampires enjoy killing too much and have no feelings whatsoever.”      
“Todd will never be accepted by humans or by his own kind. He will be an outcast with nowhere to go,” Wolf said, moving closer to her.    
 “Todd is human and will always be accepted by humans.”      
“Let’s kill her now, boss.” Hayden stepped in. “She’s going to be trouble; I can take her away and no one will ever see her again.”     
Wolf strolled over to her with a wicked gleam surfacing in his eyes. “I have a much better use for her in the future. When she finally comes to her senses, she’ll realize that she’ll be better off with a real vampire with limitless powers than with a pathetic human. She’ll learn about love and passion—not the games that humans play that pale in comparison. Here comes the human. Let her go for now.”      
Linda was horrified to find herself wrapped in Wolf’s muscular arms, hypnotized by his black eyes and tempted by his deep voice. 
“I’ll be back for you.” Wolf promised as he held her tight against him, whispering in her ear, ”I love the way you stand up to me with your flashing blue eyes. Soon you’ll be mine, my beautiful ice queen.”      
Linda couldn’t move; she was stuck in some kind of trance…she couldn’t leave or even want to leave if given the choice. His voice soothed her and made her think of love, passion, and great need: a need that could only be met by Wolf with his expert hands and mouth. She knew that one day she was going to be with him, to be joined with him.      
His mouth lowered onto hers, drawing her into a swirling miasma of unexpected feelings and desires. His mouth covering hers introduced her to a new realm of pure pleasure. His powerful form enveloped her, making her feel feelings that were foreign and untried for her. She couldn’t get enough of him. She tentatively began touching his face, then his body with an eager and unrelenting hunger.      

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

THE WINDOW


The house in the woods,
Covered by vines and leaves.
Eyes peek out at the sun.
The door stands open.
We walk in.
“Hello, does anyone live here?
Oh, I didn’t see the two of you.”
A man and a woman stare at us.
“Welcome to our house.
Would you like to...
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The house at the edge of town,
Covered by vines and leaves.
Eyes peek out at the sun.
The door stands open.
We walk in.
“Hello, does anyone live here?
Oh, I didn’t see the two of you.”
A man and a woman stare at us.
“Welcome to our house.
Would you like to see the upstairs?”
The woman asks with a smile.
Shana nods eagerly.
I follow them upstairs.
Children’s bedrooms sit empty,
Perfect shrines with dolls and toys.
“Would you like to see the attic?”
The woman turns to us.
I shake my head.
Shana nods.
An empty room faces us.
The rocking chair begins to rock.
Back and forth.
The man’s dark eyes find us.
“We watch End House from here.
We are The Watchers.”
The rocking chair faces the window.
End House looms in the distance.
Who is rocking the chair?
A vampire Watcher?
Squeak, Squeak, Squeak.
It rocks back and forth.
THE DEAD GAME

Friday, April 7, 2017

SAVE ME







What has happened to our paradise?
Now I could surely use some advice.
Our town is bombarded with creatures.
In the dark we can’t see their features.

They come out in the dark of night.
Hiding their faces from the light.
The winds are picking up speed.
They devour our town with greed.

We must run and hide in the church.
Before we are left in the lurch.
Someone save us before it’s too late.
From creatures filled with evil and hate.
THE DEAD GAME

Sunday, March 26, 2017

THE SEA CHURNS



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The sea churns.
It burns with anger.
Waves of passion.
Ready to strike.
It will hit the shore.
So be prepared.
The Dead return.
For you and me.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

Monday, March 20, 2017

DEMONS WITHIN






A light shines from within.
From a lone window.
Darkness veils the others.
Demons trapped in their cells.
Locked in their prisons.
Waiting for their master.
To unleash its terror.
THE DEAD GAME

Sunday, March 12, 2017

DEATH FOLLOWS ME






Death follows me.
Wherever I go.
Taking all.
The young and old.
At play.
In the playgrounds.
At rest.
In their beds.
All fall to The Dead.
They will not take me.
Never.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

Sunday, February 12, 2017

TO HELL AND BACK




  1. The night holds you so tight.
    You must not fear or fight.
    You belong to us now.
    I say this with a bow.
    You will follow us to hell.
    As we ring the nightly bell.
    Our servants you will be.
    You’ll never be set free.
    The town belongs to us.
    No reason for a fuss.
    The Dead are here to stay.
    Come with us and play.
    THE DEAD GAME 

Saturday, December 31, 2016

THE MIST




THE MIST
The mist follows close at my heels,
Relentless in its pursuit of me.
Tall trees block my escape from this forest,
Trapping the sunlight amidst their leaves.
A trap waits for me at every turn,
Poison ivy and open holes among the lot.
I refuse to be trapped by the evil one,
The one who desires me most of all.
I will break free from his unearthly grasp,
His icy grip clutching me too close.
He might be the leader of The Dead,
But he will never be my mate for life.
I must make a run for it now,
For any later will be too late.
THE DEAD GAME