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

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COLD HEART

Ice fills my cold heart,

Closing in on all sides.

Soon it will be frozen,

Entombed in winter frost.

Trees droop heavy with snow,

Branches hanging low with icicles.

My heart sinks heavy with ice,

Frozen until spring melts the frost.

THE END

Time has stopped in mid-flight.

Clouds have ceased circling the earth.

The sun refuses to show its face.

Time has come to an end.

My heart feels hollow and empty.

Panic fills the empty spaces.

My love has come to an end

And so too has mankind.

A battle rages between my lovers

Built upon passion and deceit.

The winner takes all,

And soon even me.

The earth trembles in despair.

A blanket of darkness covers all.

The battle rages in its fury.

Clashes of swords echo its thunder.

Frozen in place I stand,

Waiting for the uncertain outcome.

Who will be left standing

to take my cold h​and?​

HOUSE OF ICE

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A house of ice.

Sounds too nice?

It might be.

It’s next to the sea.

Ice statues populate the place.

Just don’t look into their face.

Tales of horror fall from their lips.

Better run away from all this.

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SPARKLE FOR ME

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Sparkle for me ocean blue.

I’ve come here only for you.

Your beauty tempts me this night.

I have given up the fight.

Wrap you cold arms around me.

I long to be light and free.

Pull me deeper inside.

I have long lost my pride.

Your water feels cold and nice.

I’ve become a block of ice.

Icicles hang from my hair.

But I don’t have any fear.

Warm me.

Soothe me.

Hold me.

Feel me.

I trusted you.

I had loved you.

I am nothing.

I am no more.

COLD

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The snow melts,

leaving trails to the lake.

A cold wind brushes by,

leaving me goosebumps.

Ice hangs from the trees,

leaving clear spider webs.

Snow covers the grass,

leaving footsteps behind.

I depart this cold scene,

leaving my own behind.

A GARDEN

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Frozen in place.

Dripping tears for centuries.

Memories of a lifetime.

Praying for salvation.

A frown for eternity.

A garden for The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

FORGOTTEN

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Lost and forgotten.

Dripping in snow.

Frozen with ice.

Wheels shivering.

Handlebars sagging.

Until the spring.

Flowers blooming.

Roads clearing.

Water dripping off.

Wheels turning.

Its seat taken.

Out for a ride.

FORCE WITH NO END

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Waves hit the rocks

With frozen blocks.

They plow through the sand,

Sharp claws in their hand.

They ravage the shore,

Coming back for more.

A battle with no end.

A force we cannot bend.

A WINTER FANTASY

Florida will never be the same.

A party in a glass house.

What can be as nice?

The Dead on your shore.

Who can ask for anything more?

THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST

IT SITS ALONE IN THE GARDEN

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How sad is this statue?

Tears dripping down its body.

It sits alone in the garden.

A heart frozen to its core.

Its eyes closed in sadness.

For a savior long and gone.

It sits alone in the garden.

Waiting for help from beyond.

Tears fall ever so slowly.

Freezing close to the ground.

It sits alone in the garden.

Its silent sighs in the wind.

It bows its head in prayer.

For a savior not found.

It sits alone in the garden.

No one else around.

THE DICTATES OF OLD MAN WINTER

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The epic battle of the seasons.

Old Man Winter 

erase all signs of Fall.

He covers the ground 

with his icy cold snow.

But Fall holds her leaves close

to her body and her heart.

Some have fallen,

lone casualties of war.

The battle rages

on the ground,

in the air,

and on the water.

Fall will have to succumb

to the dictates of Old Man Winter.

She has no choice.

She puts up a valiant battle.

She will be back after Summer

finishes heating the earth.

Farewell.

We’ll see you soon.

WINTER COLD

I feel so cold.

Ice is forming on my arms.

What is happening to me?

Why are my leaves drying up?

Ouch.

A cold wind just hit me in the face.

I wish I could hide.

But I’m stuck in place.

Waiting.

And waiting.

I think I fell asleep.

For the sun is out.

My ice is melting.

The breeze is now warmer.

It’s brushing the snow

off my cold arms.

My arms feel less heavy.

Soon it will be spring.

Time for celebration.

I can’t wait to see my

green leaves again.

Birds will return to

sit on my arms.

They will build their nests.

Life will be good again.

Only a few short months left.

I will take another snooze.

See you in the spring.