THE CRIMSON REFLECTION

 

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The sky dips into its bag of tricks

to bring forth a full moon,

as its crimson reflection

mars the ocean’s smooth surface.

From the water’s murky depths,

dark creatures rise this night.

Onto our crisp white shores, they walk,

leaving bloody footprints in the sand,

painting our town crimson,

beneath the blood-red moon.

THE DEAD GAME 

RED

Red is the sun’s last ray

as it sets for the day.

Red is my vision as

I watch you play.

Red is the desire

I feel for you each day.

Red is your blood now

flowing through my veins.

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LOVE HURTS

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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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.

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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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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.

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BURN BABY BURN

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Burn baby burn.

Your blood runs hot

While mine runs cold.

I am the evil one.

The Dead one.

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RIDE WITH THE WIND

RIDE WITH THE WIND

The Dead ride the night.
They ride with the wind.
The daylight is their enemy.
Lock your doors.
Cover your windows.
You might be next.
They are a select group.
They torment their victims.
They are bloodthirsty.
See you in hell.

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PARTY WITH THE DEAD

Follow me to the clearing,

where the trees part in fear.

The Dead come to play,

and the La Santa Muerte rule.

Bring your sacrifices.

Your wishes will come true.

The female Grim Reaper is all-powerful.

The taste of blood can be sweet.

She will grant wishes of  revenge

to your bitter heart’s content.

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BLOOD RED

Red is the sun’s last ray

as it sets for the day.

Red is my vision as I watch you play.

Red is the desire I feel

for you each day.

Red is your blood now

flowing through my veins.

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An Unwelcome Surprise

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An Unwelcome Surprise By Susanne Leist

Lights sparkle like stars on the walls.

Spots of color guide my journey.

Past closed doors, I walk, my head lowered, my steps slow.

I feel my way along the walls, the lights warm beneath my fingertips.

A cold wind hits the back of my neck.

I turn to the dark corridor before me.

Dark shadows twist into shapes, and an arm beckons to me.

Heart pounding in a tempo matching my chattering teeth, I stand frozen against the wall.

A knob hits me in the back.

My arm reaches behind, and I twist the knob.

I step back into the room.

The door shuts in my face.

I turn around.

Water flows beneath my feet.

An azure sky surrounds me.

I walk forward. The scene fades to black.

A brisk cold wind replaces the warmth.

In the distance walks a woman wearing a yellow raincoat and black rubber boots.

She approaches me with an ax in one hand and a black garbage bag in the other.

I back against the door, jiggling the knob.

Locked.

She stands before me and smiles.

I lift my eyes to eyes shimmering blood red.

“Would you like to fill this bag for me?”

She raises the empty black bag.

I swallow the lump in my throat and shake my head.

Dots of lights shoot before my eyes.

The room swims.

I shut my eyes and fall to the ground.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME 

I’m surrounded by blood,
Blood on the walls
And flowing through my veins.

Blood is thicker than water,
Heavey and intense
As it trickles and oozes.

It flows through family members
Like a disease that can’t be stopped,
Bringing with it torment and anguish.

My only recourse is to escape
From within these walls
As I tunnel my way upward.

I want to be free from the evil,
Destroying me from within,

Keeping me from my family.

 
Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME