Monday, March 27, 2017

THE POINT OF NO RETURN



Down the rabbit hole we go.
Far down beneath the earth’s surface.
Where The Dead wait for their savior.
Arms extended.
Reaching for us.
Mouths held open in silent cries.
As we fall farther.
Deeper.
Past the point of no return.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

A HINT OF ME



A hint of me.
A little green dab.
A dark blue stroke.
A few black lines.
That’s all you need.
Just a hint of me.

THE SEAS


Source:

The sun hides its head
While the waves rage on.
The clouds turn away
While blood rushes on.
The moon shies away
While the tides bring death.
All hide faces in vain
While the seas bring the pain.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

TELL ME A STORY



Read me a tale, grandfather,
of battles and dead bodies.
Turn the pages, grandfather,
of the book of horrors.
Tell me more stories, grandfather,
of evil armies and sadness.
I will close my eyes, grandfather,
and will the darkness away.

CALM BEFORE THE STORM



The Dead are rising.
Cemeteries and crypts will be busy.
Wine will be flowing and so will the blood.
Come out, come out wherever you are!


Time is passing.
Night is approaching.
The moon is rising.
Dark shadows will walk the streets.
Take shelter before it is too late, 
before you become one with the shadows.


Life can change in seconds.
The sun can be shining.
Then in moments, 
you’re engulfed in a storm.
Palm trees are swaying in the wind.
Rooftops are flying.
The Dead don’t take prisoners.

THE DEAD GAME

LOST IN A SEA OF FLOWERS



I want to walk through a meadow of flowers,
breathing in the sweet taunting fragrance.
I want to let my hair down to fly free
as the warm breeze tickles my hot skin.
I want to lie down on the soft yellow pillows,
my face to the sun looking down from above.
I want to be lost in the sea of flowers,
Where no one will ever find me again.

THE BLUE WAVE



A blue wave of ocean.
Coming closer to shore.
Bringing with it darkness.
And yet still so much more.

I’m tempted to ride it.
Take it to the limit.
I want to see its strength
And if it’s a gimmick.

The blue is almost transparent.
A glass of cold water for me.
Hitting me in the face with salt.
Lifting me as high as can be.

Goodbye to the town of Oasis.
Goodbye to my perfect paradise.
Squashed by the hand of The Dead and gone.
By a mere roll of the deadly dice.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

FLEETING



Fleeting.
Time passing.
Hold on to the here and now
As it slips through your fingers.
Hold on to it tight
As it passes by too quickly.

THE DEAD ARE COMING!



 
I just read The Dead Game
and I was frightened.
Vampires, wolves, and human vampires.
I believe I’m going to hide under the bed.
The Dead are coming! 
The Dead are coming!
Meow!

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

THE SEA CHURNS


Source:

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

SADNESS FOLLOWS ME



Sadness follows me
wherever I go.
It haunts me
in all its forms.
There’s no escape
from its long arms.
I close my eyes
to see its long shadow.
 

Sunday, March 26, 2017

COLD



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.
 

FLY OFF THE ROCKS



We have reached the edge.
Nowhere left to go.
We escaped the party.
The deadly game from hell.
Let’s jump into the ocean.
Swim our way down the shore.
To the beach filled with tourists.
Where help will be on the way.
We can’t return to End House.
Evil house of illusions.
Filled with traps and dead bodies.
No way are we going back.
Come and take my hand.
Let’s fly off the rocks.
We’ll soar through the air.
Like a pair of white doves.
Footsteps behind us.
Flying creatures above.
Time is now or never.
For us to take our chance.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist