MY PLACE

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Split Rock Magic by RJIPhotography on Flickr.

Red glows the sky.

I can see it

from way up high.

The water below

like a mirror I

can say hello.

The wind comes in.

I am chilled from

windows too thin. 

This is still my place,

I wouldn’t trade it

for any other place.

Follow The Lights

Follow The Lights to “THE DEAD GAME”
Follow the lights to the house of glass.
There will be much splendor in the grass.
Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.
A more decadent event there could not be.
Champagne will be flowing until the wee hours.
Come with me and dance with the pretty flowers.
This room full of guests gives me a chill.
Maybe we should leave I’ve had my fill.
Eyes are following us in the room.
They will be upon us all too soon.
The guests are not what they appear.
Beneath they are just bones and hair.

THE DEAD GAME
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A NIP IN THE AIR

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A nip in the air.

A chill in my bones.

The Dead will be here.

And in our own homes.

Palm trees will shiver.

The whole ground will quake.

Up from the river.

Or the nearest lake.

Take me far away.

From this creepy place.

Let us run and pray.

Make an about face.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist