THE DEAD GAME SERIES

Monday, November 18, 2019

MY SECRET



MY SECRET
Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves & flowers.
I want to look at water & not towers.
Colors to brighten my day.
A place where birds come to play.
I walk to the end of the pier.
I gaze into the depths without fear.
I watch the fish swimming by,
Not monsters lurking nearby.
Allow time to pass slowly and be savored.
Whoever comes this way will be favored.
I think it’s only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.

FOOTSTEPS IN THE SNOW



The brisk nip in the air,
as we trudge in the snow.
We feel an icy wind on our faces
as it pummels our bodies.
Someone else has done it.
We follow the footsteps,
a frozen trail in the snow.

I WILL SURVIVE








Water surrounds me.
Icy water.
I’m pulled deeper.
Waves drag me
from the shore.
I swim.
I tread water.
My head above the water,
I will survive.

Sunday, November 17, 2019

PERFECT


Japanese Gardens – Portland, OR

The stream flows
across rocks,
reflecting the sun’s rays
along its smooth surface.
Follow the blue lights downstream.
Dip your toes into the cold splendor.
Life can be perfect.

IT TAUNTS ME




Horror taunts me.
It creeps closer.
I can feel it,
taste it.
It surrounds me.
I’m sealed in a coffin.
Dirt sinks me deeper.
A crack of light appears.
A peek at my tormentor.
A glimpse of hell.

Thursday, November 14, 2019

TOO OFTEN


 


TOO OFTEN

Too often, there are deaths.
Too often, there are murders.
Too often, we stop and stare.
Too often, people look away.
Sad, but true.
Human nature possesses an evil side,
which tempts us each day.
Its flipside offers us a way to achieve
purer thoughts and good deeds.
Which path will lead to a better world?
Too often, we make the wrong choice.

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

DEATH MARKS THE END

A journey to hell and back


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Welcome to Oasis, Florida,
Your vacation paradise.
We have sunshine & beaches.
At night, we even have leeches.
The fun begins sharply at sunset.
A journey you won’t soon forget.

Monday, November 11, 2019

RED SKY



The sky glows red
with anger.
It shrieks thunder.
It rains tears.
Lightning sizzles
across its angry face.
Wait.
Watch.
Listen.
The sky is still in command.
It shows its wrath.
Then it grows calm
and releases the blue skies.

DEADLY GAMES


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Louise & her friends escaped End House.
But the deadly game was far from over.
She dashed across the beach,
mounds of sand hitting her face.
On the walkway, 
branches swiped at her.
Main Street stood empty.
Silent.
Candles flickered in the park.
A wind propelled her
toward the lights.
Thrust into the gazebo by an unseen force,
Louise felt like a puppet on a string.
A noose wrapped around her neck.
She hung from the wooden beams.
Hooded creatures circled her.
The noose tugged tighter.
The world spun.
The shadows slowed.
They chanted in an unfamiliar language,
Their hoods casting their faces in shadows.
The winds turned wilder,
moaning in unison with the voices.
Louise recognized a face before she losing consciousness,
but it was too late for her or the town of Oasis.
THE DEAD GAME has begun.
Kindle
Nook

FOLLOW THE CANDLES



FOLLOW THE CANDLES
Follow the candles
to where they lead.
Along the dark corridor, you walk,
expecting a monster at every corner.
No one appears.
No sounds break the dead quiet.
Along the corridor, you go,
waiting for something or someone.
You see darkness and candles.
A door appears at the end.
It creaks open.
Do you want to see the other side?
Human nature propels you
into the dark gloom.
What happens next?
The answer is hidden in the
inner recesses of your mind.
Follow your nightmare to its end.
Hurry before you wake.
There’s no turning back.
The Dead are waiting.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

Saturday, November 9, 2019

THE NIGHT COMES

THE NIGHT COMES




The night comes,
Dragging its feet,
Lurking in the corners.
Come to me.
I can’t wait much longer.
Your time is limited.
Enter my domain.
The wind sighs.
The moon shows its face.
The birds flee.
The spirits rise.
Yes, move closer.

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

TRAPPED IN WONDERLAND



Crowds of people.
Cars honking.
People pushing.
Where are they going?
A blur to me.
A mass of humanity.
Hurrying to their end.
No individuality.
No manners.
A need to get somewhere fast.
Trapped in their thoughts.
In a hurry to go nowhere.

CLOSER TO THE BLUE



CLOSER TO THE BLUE

Puffy clouds appear far and few
In the aqua sky so brand new.
I sink deeper into the white sand,
My heart beating like a marching band.

If I close my eyes tight,
will I see paradise this night?
It takes me back to the time
When everything had been fine.

Fantasy, I beseech thee.
Return me so I can roam free.
Take me back to the shore.
Where I’d been happy before.