A GARDEN FOR THE DEAD

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
by Susanne Leist

LADY OF THE NIGHT

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Lady of the night.

So sad.

Drifting through time.

Lost.

Waiting.

Watching.

Alone.

Forever.

ALONE IN A CEMETERY

ALONE IN A CEMETERY

The wind whispers.

The trees sway.

Air hisses through the leaves.

Shadows lurk between gravestones.

With long robes, they sweep toward me.

A statue looms in the distance.

A winged angel turns her cold face 

and faces me.

A wicked grin curves her mouth.

Her wings take flight.

And so do I.

SHADOWS OF THE NIGHT

 

The night is here.

Dark shadows appear.

The full moon spins on its axis.

Creatures settle for sleep.

The wise owl opens yellow eyes in defiance.

Who are the shadows that interfere

with the peace of the night?

Who dare to leave dead bodies

along their nightly path?

Hide ye beyond your closed

doors and shuttered windows.

For THE DEAD own the night.

THE DEAD GAME

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PRESENCE

I’m here.

For you.

HAPPY STAY

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Friday the 13th is here.

There is no need to fear.

Come and step inside.

We’ve nothing to hide.

Candlelight will lead your way.

Please enjoy your happy stay.

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SADNESS FOLLOWS ME

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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

but feel its long shadow.

HAUNTED

The hallway waits.

It beckons.

A green light shows the way.

Closed doors on either side.

Cries fill the air.

A coldness descends.

Then total silence.

I inch forward.

I peer into a room.

A wheelchair sits empty.

Voices.

I step into the hallway

and follow the sounds.

The door at the end stands open.

Surgeons stand around a table.

They turn and smile at me.

They fade from sight.

Then I’m on the table.

Doctors stand above me.

I must escape.

A scalpel descends.

Too late.

DESERTED CASTLE

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Inside Edinburgh’s castle. Scotland || Personal photograph

A castle where spirits walk

Darkness hides in corners

Vintage fingerprints smudge the walls

Old fragrances float in the air

Shadows follow without footsteps

And sighs fill the empty spaces

WELCOME TO THE PARTY

WELCOME TO THE PARTY

Candles along the stairs,

Keepers of the dark night.

We’ve come for the party

With no one else in sight.

More candles down the hall,

Their eerie lights flicker.

Empty rooms greet us as

We begin to bicker.

The basement door stands open.

We argue and make a fuss.

We agree to take the stairs

As the door slams behind us.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS  

Follow the lights to the house of glass.
There will be much splendor in the grass.
Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.
A more decadent event there could not be.
Champagne will be flowing until the wee hours.
Come with me and dance among the pretty flowers.
This room full of guests gives me a chill.
Maybe we should leave I’ve had my fill.
Eyes are following us in the room.
They will be upon us all too soon.
The guests are not what they appear.
Beneath they are just bones and hair.

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FOOTSTEPS IN THE SNOW

Dark.

Eerie.

Quiet.

All you can see

Are footsteps in the snow.

THE OLD HOUSE

The old house stands alone,

dark and deserted,

on the overgrown lawn.

A wind rustles through the fallen leaves.

The only sound in the dead silence.

No footsteps to break the quiet.

No sounds of life to lift the spirits.

Only the dead for company.

Their spirits walk the house.

No footsteps to break the quiet.

For the dead don’t leave footprints.

IMAGINE…

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A school for peculiar children.

How peculiar were they?

Murderers?

Psychopaths?

They sat around a circle.

Doing what?

Terrifying each other?

Or were they terrified

of their teachers?

Imagine the horrors.

Imagine the sadness

between these walls.

No wonder it closed down.

Where are these children now?