One block turns.
The others turn.
At the same time.
In the same way.
Similar to people.
Following one person.
At the same time.
In the same way.
Following one ideal.
At the same time.
In the same way.
Are we cattle?
No.
Be unique.
Stand strong.
For your beliefs.
Stand strong.
Dare to be different.
Sing me a song.
Write me a melody.
Stroke the keys.
Massage the ivories.
Raise your voice high
So I can hear your words.
Words of hope and loss.
Sing them loud and clear.
I close my eyes.
I can hear your words.
I see your fingers
Stroking the keys.
The words take flight.
They reverberate through time.
They leave your lips
To land on mine.
A sweet melody
To soothe my advancing years.
A pretty song
To fill my empty soul.
A house dark and bleak,
I can’t even speak.
Dark shadows glare at me,
Where clear windows should be.
Dare I venture inside?
I will swallow my pride.
I will cross the threshold,
Without being so bold.
A secret party is held inside.
Should I run or maybe hide?
Who’s the host of this feast,
Man or dangerous beast?
THE DEAD GAME
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They come from the deep.
They come when you sleep.
On waves of ice and stone,
They’ll burn you to the bone.
Fire burns hot on the ice
As demons cut a deep slice.
Stay far from the shore,
Or they’ll search for more.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES by Susanne Leist
“Self Portrait with a Harp” (1791) (detail) by Rose-Adélaïde Ducreux (1761-1802).
Play me a song.
Don’t get me wrong.
I love your singing voice,
But the harp is my choice.
The music soothes my sad soul
From the day taking its toll.
I need the music today.
Please, sit for me and play.
What does it feel like to fly,
Rising to meet the blue sky?
Soaring to a new height.
A bird’s exclusive right.
Alone and soaring high,
Nary a cloud in the sky.
Take me along with you, please.
What can I do to appease?
The wind will ruffle my feathers.
I will fly without any tethers.
I will fly over the land
To the tune of a marching band.
