Source:oxxxxxb
Into the woods, I flee,
Yearning to be set free.
I don’t know which way to go.
I turn around, to and fro.
A light shines between the trees.
I peek between the thick leaves.
No one is on the path.
I can do simple math.
It’s them against me.
I’ll never be free.
THE DEAD GAME
The trees of the forest shiver and shake,
their long limbs trembling from the last quake.
Their bodies blaze a glaring white
with tears frozen from their new plight.
The world has become hard and cold.
My trembling body feels old.
Surrounded on four sides by white,
the bright glare blinded my sight.
White is the color of my nightgown
as I stand and shiver with a frown.
A shadow emerges from the trees.
I hope it is not him, pretty please.
My body moves forward against my will.
I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.
I dig my feet into the packed snow,
but I must go where the wind might blow.
Source:oxxxxxb
Into the woods, I flee,
yearning to be set free.
I don’t know which way to go.
I turn around, to and fro.
A light shines between the trees.
I peek between the thick leaves.
No one is along the path.
I can do the simple math.
It’s them against me.
I’ll never be free.
Walk with me through the moonlit forest.
Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,
Never touching down,
Held aloft by our love and passion.
Follow me through the endless night,
To a land where no man walks.
Only creatures as dark as the sky
Dare to venture forth alone.
Love has no bounds or shackles.
We will be free to display our passion,
Without retribution from humanity,
As long as you remain mine.
Come with me, my ice princess.
Step award from the burning plains,
Where the heat burns your soles,
And love is hampered by the living.
Wolf holds his hand out for me.
The words flow from him,
His lips never uttering a sound,
But his meaning is as clear as can be.
We can be together forever more.
But the other has followed us to the clearing.
He will try to take me back,
And never give up his hold on me.
His eyes burn red with passion.
Fire follows close in his footsteps,
Scorching a trail through the grass,
Melting his enemy’s cold path.
They face each other.
Hot and cold from opposite poles,
Dueling until the end of time,
Both fighting for me.
Our games have just begun.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
The trees of the forest shake,
their limbs fearing the next quake.
Their thick trunks glisten in white,
with tears frozen from their plight.
Surrounded on four sides by white,
the bright glare has blinded my sight.
A shadow emerges from the trees.
I hope it is not him, pretty please.
My body moves forward against my will.
I grab a tree trunk and try to hold still.
I dig my feet into the packed snow,
but I must go where the wind will blow.
Source:oxxxxxb
Into the woods, I flee,
yearning to be set free.
I don’t know which way to go.
I turn around, to and fro.
A light shines between the trees.
I peek between the thick leaves.
No one is on the path.
I can do simple math.
It’s them against me.
I’ll never be free.
THE DEAD GAME
Walk with me through the moonlit forest.
Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,
Never touching the ground,
Held aloft by our love and passion.
Follow me through the endless night
To a land where no man walks.
Only creatures as dark as the sky
Dare to venture forth alone.
Love has no bounds or shackles.
We will be free to display our passion,
Without retribution from humanity,
As long as you remain mine.
Come with me, my ice princess.
Step award from the burning plains,
Where the heat burns your soles,
And love is hampered by the living.
Wolf extends his hand to me.
The words flow from him,
His lips never uttering a sound,
But his meaning is as clear as can be.
We can be together forevermore.
But the other has followed us to the clearing.
He will try to take me back,
And never release his hold.
His eyes burn red with passion.
Fire follows his footsteps,
Scorching a trail through the grass,
Melting his enemy’s cold trail.
They face each other.
Hot and cold from opposite poles,
Dueling until the end of time,
Both fighting for me.
Our games have just begun.
THE DEAD GAME
Walk with me through the moonlit forest.
Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,
held aloft by our love and passion.
Follow me through the endless night
to a land where no man walks,
and love has no bounds or shackles.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
by Susanne Leist
Source: delta-breezes
The mist hides the screams,
darkening the blood to black.
Fingers grab the trees for help,
trembling in the fading light.
No one is there to see them.
No one is there to hear them.
As if they never existed.
