SIREN’S CALL

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I walk alone each night.

The wind moans and howls,

but no one calls my name.

I walk alone each night,

waiting for the siren’s call.

But no one calls my name.

RED HOT WAVES

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Red hot waves lap at the shore,

bringing with it blood and gore.

Paradise has come to an end.

Death is right around the bend.

Florida will never be the same

once we play The Dead Game.

THE DEAD GAME

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Open The Door

A door to your imagination,
Where words flow like water,
Ideas ride the tides,
And stories coast to shore.

A door to The Dead,
Where darkness rules,
Creatures fly free,
And no one is safe.

Open the door to
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THE DARK MUSIC

Pick a partner
and sashay to the dark music.

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MEAN KITTY

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Are you surprised?

Well, so am I.

I didn’t expect you.

Don’t open strange doors.

Now, go away.

Meow.

COME TO ME, MY SWEET LOVE

COME TO ME, MY SWEET LOVE

Come to me, my sweet love.
From the heavens above.
I want to spend life with you.
One heart that will beat like two.

Come with me to our secret place.
I cannot wait to see your face.
Our love is honest and true.
Come to me from the dark blue.

A PUZZLE

Life is a mystery,

A puzzle of its own.

You need to fill it in,

So you won’t be alone.

LOVE IS IN THE AIR

I wait for him
until the moon rises,
and the stars fill the sky.
He’ll come for me, I know.

PREY FOR THE DEAD

Book Two of THE DEAD GAME SERIES

by Susanne Leist

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THE UNREAL CAN BE TOO REAL

I want to taste your sweet nectar

and lose myself in your fragrance.

Your blood will be mine

as I pluck you from the vine.

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THE BRIAR ROSE

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Tristan Elwell ~ “Briar Rose”

Evil lives among beauty.

While roses smell sweet,

Thorns can prick and draw blood.

THE HOUSE OF LIGHTS

Follow the lights to the house of glass,
There will be much splendor in the grass.
A more decadent event there could not be,
Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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A SMALL TOWN

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A town of sea breezes,

long evening walks,

and colorful sunsets.

A quaint Florida town

with parties on the beach,

friendly townspeople,

and THE DEAD.

No town is perfect.

THE DEAD GAME

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CRIMSON TIDE

Blood runs red

with inky determination.

It fills the ocean

with crimson.

It arrives with the tides

to our sandy shores.

Bodies fall

in the wake of its path.

The next night it returns

to sprinkle blood once more.

THE DEAD GAME

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RISE WITH THE WIND

Rise.

Rise with the wind.

Rise for the night.

Rise for the town.

Rise for us.

Rise.

THE DEAD GAME

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DANCE TO THE MUSIC OF THE NIGHT

Dance beneath the bright lights.

Past the lifelike statues.

Figures entombed in glass.

The dance floor grows bigger.

The music quickens its beat.

Couples twirl in circles.

The clock strikes midnight.

Let the games begin.

THE DEAD GAME

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