Showing posts with label angel of death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label angel of death. Show all posts

Monday, March 20, 2023

I LONG TO TOUCH HIS FACE


trevorme

I see him in my mind’s eye.

He is dead, and so am I.

He floats alone in the ocean.

I have taken the dark potion.

His body slowly drifts near,

A countenance without fear.

I long to touch his face,

Not of the human race.

My spirit glides free.

And soon, so shall he.

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

TIC TOC


Clock people

The end has come.
No more romps in the sun.
Death will make its determined way
to those who continue to play.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES BY SUSANNE LEIST

Friday, January 11, 2019

DARKNESS


horror
Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
It waits in the shadows
For the perfect moment.
When the moon rides high,
It makes its entrance.
A cry is heard.
A soft whimper.
Then it’s gone
Until tomorrow night.


Wednesday, November 8, 2017

THEY’RE HERE TO STAY


Sentries

Look at the pretty sky.
Such beauty way up high.
Clouds drifting by so slowly
Like a shrine to what’s holy.
All of this will soon come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.
Dark shadows will descend onto the sand.
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem–all served with a frown.
Run for your life if you still can.
A danger for each and every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They didn’t come to play.
THE DEAD GAME

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

IT FLICKERS


Michail Satarov, Towards the Light. 


The candlelight flickers.
Melting down.
Dripping hot wax.
A pathway of heat.
For The Dead lo follow.
As they reach up.
From hell below.
Rising stronger.
Hotter.
Deadlier.
THE DEAD GAME
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Sunday, August 17, 2014

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 191





The La Santa Muerte was in Oasis, Florida! It took on the form of Natalie, Todd's assistant.


     “I had thought that the La Santa Muerte was a belief held only in Mexico. We are pretty far from Mexico,” Todd said.
     “Our beliefs have spread throughout the world. We’ve been around for centuries, originating from the Spanish La Parta, or the female Grim Reaper. Our main purpose is death and destruction.”
     “Why are you the vampire’s worst enemy?” Mike asked.
     “Vampires have always assumed that they were the sole rulers of the world—that no one could possibly defy them or ever replace them. In Mexico, true believers have brought us back with their sacrifices and prayer. We haven’t been seen since the La Parta or Grim Reaper had disappeared many years ago to never show her face again.”
     “How did you suddenly become a saint?” Mike believed
that important pieces to this puzzle were definitely missing.
     “I’ve always possessed dark powers, passed down to me from my mother and her mother before her. My mother worshipped the black arts. Before her death, she gave me her books on magic that explained about spells and potions, and mostly about great power. She had warned me that I had to rule with an iron hand—that only fear would bring full allegiance from my followers.
     “One day, I came from work to find my house trashed. Someone had been searching for something. My papers were strewn around the rooms. My grimoire, which was my mother’s sacred book of spells, was missing. I then realized that I had been finally discovered. The Dead weren’t happy with their new competition; they didn’t want any interference with their deadly games. Originally, I’d kept below the radar. We’ve always practiced in secret—in people’s homes and in well-hidden temples.
    “Soon after, Wolf approached me and ordered me to leave town. I told him that I refused to leave my home and my people. He took me by surprise. I was attacked, tied up, and left in the gazebo. A girl was being strung up from one of the rafters. This was not the way my reign was supposed to have played out: I was supposed to be worshiped and treated like a god and not trussed up like a turkey!
     “With the girl hanging from a noose and the vampires dancing in a circle around us, I tried to escape my ropes, but I was tightly tied and gagged. Then the human vampires ran in to save the day. The girl was resuscitated and I was untied and set free.”
     “They should have destroyed you that day!” Shana said.
     Natalie continued with her story, “A vampire slayer’s spell had backfired, giving me my sainthood. I am now stronger than any vampire or any other creature on earth. It had been my birthright all along, but I had to wait to claim my powers. I cannot be killed like a vampire—I am invincible! A vampire can be burned to ashes to be annihilated, but I can live forever!”

Thursday, August 14, 2014

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 190





A new evil was now facing the town of Oasis. It was the most deadly so far.

     “What could possibly be worse than what we’ve already faced?” David asked. Need you ask silly lion? There is always something worse, Mike gleefully thought, rubbing his imaginary hands together in anticipation.
     “Me!” shouted Natalie as she floated before them in the large hall.
     She appeared almost transparent, hovering above the floor.  What kind of creature are we now facing? Mike refused to show his fear. “Maybe this is just an apparition created by wizardry or a vampire’s great imagination.”
     Natalie  pointed her finger at him and released a stream of lightning that blew a huge hole next to him—right through the floor.  Mike decided that it was time for him to be quiet.
     “What are you?” Linda  asked.
     “I am a vampire’s worst enemy; I am the La Santa Muerte or the Skeleton Saint! I am the Saint of Death!” She began transforming before their eyes—her skin peeling away from her body to reveal its skeleton beneath. She was standing before them in a long black nun’s robe with a scythe in her left hand, a crown tilted precariously on her bony head, and her deep eye sockets burning a deep red.
     “I am the black Saint of Death, which brings revenge and destruction for its followers. My sisters are much weaker Skeleton Saints: the Red Saint promises love for her people, the White Saint provides protection, while the Gold Saint rewards her worshipers with money and financial support. My followers are seekers of vengeance and I provide all forms of revenge for them. I am the most powerful of all saints!”
     “You have followers?” Shana asked.
     “Our followers pray to us for help. They throw feasts in our names. We provide for those who sacrifice to us. I have a large following in a nearby town. I am a true god to them!”
    “What is sacrificed?”
    “Stupid human! What do you think is brought to me? Human sacrifices, of course.”