The void swallows me.
I fall into the darkness.
Silence engulfs me.
I free-fall in space.
Gravity, my enemy.
No place left to hide.
I keep my eyes shut.
When will I hit rock bottom?
The air turns chilly.
My descent goes fast.
I’ve come to my bitter end.
Life is in the past.
Night comes slowly.
Footsteps fall softly.
Boats drift on the water.
A cat meows.
Footsteps hit closer.
A splash in the water.
Footsteps echo louder.
An oar hits the water.
Chains rattle.
Closer footsteps.
I turn.
A flash of light.
Silence.
A boat sits in the dark water,
Filled with flowers
And my true love.
Icy cold.
My toes turn numb.
My fingers tingle.
The wind howls.
Sleep tempts me.
But I must continue.
A few more steps.
Silence wraps around me.
I raise my face to the sky.
The colors take my breath away.
A casualty of war.
A casualty of nature.
Sad.
Alone.
Drifting.
Broken.
Silenced forever.
Say a prayer for me.
Flakes float to the ground
As a hush falls across the city.
Few cars brave the road.
Footsteps have yet to mark
The white surface.
The blanket of snow sparkles clean.
The city is refreshed,
Its sins covered,
For tonight.
Welcome the night
And its friend, the moon.
Don’t take flight
From the man in the moon.
Let the moon take over
From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover
Without hesitation or pain.
A thick blanket will fall,
Covering the earth with security.
Darkness will cover all
With its grace and purity.
The stars will twinkle and shine.
For the sun, do not pine.
It will return tomorrow morning
With no need for any worrying.
Silence reigns supreme.
The sun hides its face.
Palm trees shake their leaves.
Winds quicken their pace.
The hotel stands deserted.
Flapping sounds fill the air.
Dark shadows join the fray
Beneath his icy stare.
THE DEAD GAME
Among the tombstones,
Butterflies are aflutter.
A blanket of orange & red
falls to cover the green.
Sighs cut the silence
Like a sharp knife.
Beneath the ground,
The Dead wait.
The leaves lift in the wind,
Twirling to form shapes.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
by Susanne Leist
