THE DEAD AND GONE

THE DEAD AND GONE

A town where the snow is black,

bringing coldness and fear.

Old remnants of tears held back,

and times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,

fear covers in disarray.

Anguished and frozen with pain,

dark petals fall in dismay.

Hell has come to Oasis,

The Dead and gone at its side.

Now hidden behind faces

that are well-known far and wide.

Who will fall prey to The Dead?

I hope it is not me.

I’m hiding under my bed.

I’m afraid as I can be.

THE DEAD GAME

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WHO WALKS THE NIGHT?

Who walks the night?
On silent feet.
Down the cobblestone path.
Between the sleeping windows.
Where no one else treads.
Why is he out so late?
Wonders the woman.
Alone at her window.
Fear rippling down her spine.
Has he come for me?
Is my time up?
I must hide.
He's coming closer.
His footsteps have stopped.
Can he see me,
behind my curtains?
Can he sense me?
I do not know.
For the creatures of the night
have special senses.
Special powers.
I hope he hasn't come for me.

THE DEAD GAME

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BEWARE!

I told you not to come out at night.
The streets aren’t safe.
The Dead walk the streets and alleyways.
Oasis is a haven for evil at night.
Beware!

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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