TO READ A BOOK
amandaonwritingSouth Africa’s first-ever Book Hotel, the Royal, in BethulieImagine a place like this.The perfect hotel of bliss.Endless books to read.Nothing else I’d need.Walls of books everywhere.All you need is a chair.Never run out of a book.Just pick your favorite nook.Read the day away.Nothing else to say.
THE EVIL ONE
I walk alone at night.Moon is at its full height.Sky black as tar.I don’t go far.I search for a shadow.Can freeze to the marrow.I want to see who he has becomeThe Dead leader, the evil one.THE DEAD GAME
I look out the windowand what do I see?A storm growing in forceand coming for me.Death comes to town.It has its own name.The one that I knowis called The Dead Game.THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
HORROR ‘TAIL’
Stay away from here.Death I cannot bear.I’m telling a horror talewith each wag of my fine tail.Oasis it is not.More of a horror spot.Tourists disappearinto the thin air.One day they’re right here.Next day they’re nowhere.THE DEAD GAME
HEAVENLY LIGHT
Darkness blankets the earth.One town glows with light.They are the ones chosenTo walk in the heavenly light.Their fate is determinedBy a random toss of the dice.Nature’s specialty.Who will live?Who will die?A toss of the diceSupplies the answer.
CEMETERY SO SHY
A cemetery so shy
the dead and gone pass it by.
The graves hide in shame
from its silly name.
No mausoleums to grace it
or fine tombstones to enhance it.
Please stay away from here.
The dead don’t want you near.
IT WAITS
End House looms in the foggy distance.
It was taken without resistance.
It belongs to The Dead.
They have made their own bed.
Wolf’s family live beneath the house,
Crawling through dark tunnels like a mouse.
I fear the Oasis nights.
Terror taken to new heights.
Wolfs’ family waits below
For when they could shriek hello
And return to town with force,
Wolf leading on a black horse.
THE DEAD GAME
BY THE SHORE
Sit by the shore.
I don’t need more.
The orange sun sets for me.
I’m as happy as can be.
Florida is paradise.
Its sand feels smooth and so nice.
The nights might be cold.
Demons roam I’m told.
But enjoy the salty air.
Until the vampires come near.
THE DEAD GAME
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