SILENT FEET

SILENT FEET

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They walk on silent feet

through the forest so deep.

I must keep moving my feet

without stopping to sleep.

The howling wind plays their song

of bloody deaths for us all.

They’re not for this place for long.

They wait for the town to fall.

They are surrounding me.

I can’t outrun their reach.

Somehow I must get free

and make it to the beach.

The ground is opening.

Sadly I know for whom.

I’m falling in a hole

that will soon be my tomb.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

END HOUSE

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END HOUSE

A house dark and bleak.
I can’t even speak.
Dark shadows glare at me
Where clear windows should be.

Dare I venture inside?
I will swallow my pride
And cross the threshold
without being rash or bold.

There’s a secret party inside.
I wonder if I should run or hide.
Who’s the host of this feast,
Man or dangerous beast?

THE DEAD GAME
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IN THE NIGHT

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Julieanne Kost | Website –  Aerial Photographs, 2016

IN THE NIGHT

They come in the night,

footsteps in the sand.

They climb through windows

to visit the sleeping.

They take recruits

while others rest in peace.

In time for the morning sun,

the footsteps are gone.

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THE GLASS HOUSE

Snow falls.

Music fills the air.

In the glass dome of a house,

guests twirl and dance.

Images reflected on glass walls.

Champagne flows.

The clock strikes midnight.

The dance floor empties.

We are alone.

The game has begun.

THE DEAD GAME 

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ANOTHER DAY IN FLORIDA

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Sounds of footsteps.

Whistles and shouts.

The air grows heavy.

The streets fill with cars.

Men leap from vehicles.

They stand before the mob.

The town turns quiet.

Residents freeze in place.

Birds flee from trees.

Squirrels scamper to safety.

Another day in Oasis, Florida.

PREY FOR THE DEAD by Susanne Leist

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DON’T LEAVE ME IN THE COLD

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Please don’t set.

I need your light.

Your warmth.

Your heat.

Keep the moon away.

It brings the cold.

Shadows in its path.

Please don’t leave me.

THE DEAD GAME

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A BOOK OF EVIL

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A book of evil.

A book of the devil.

Does it exist?

It exists in Oasis, Florida.

It’s revered and honored.

Its worshippers are many.

Its followers are fierce.

Few survive.

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TAKE A CHANCE

 

ANDERS KRISÁR

An open door waits for you.

Take a chance and walk right through.

Mist envelopes your thin frame.

Time to play a nasty game.

The fog clears, and chess pieces wait

for you to ride through heaven’s gate.

You rub your eyes in disbelief

as you sigh in happy relief.

The sun was playing with your eyes.

Now you see a rainbow of pies.

This can’t be happening, you see.

I’m in bed as the sun breaks free.

A brand new day yawns wide and clear.

I’m safe and have nothing to fear.

A HORROR TALE

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Stay away from here.

Death I cannot bear.

I’m telling a horror tale

with each wag of my fine tail.

Oasis it is not.

More of a horror spot.

Tourists disappear

into the thin air.

One day they’re right here.

Next day they’re nowhere.

THE DEAD GAME

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HELLO

Source:girlintroubles

A party on Friday 13th

has turned into a horror show.

I’m trapped with my friends

in the basement of End House.

The floor fills with water.

Rotating saws descend.

We swim to the other side

and are faced with three doors.

We open one.

Roars fill the inky darkness.

Wild animals pace their cages.

I turn to run.

Hot breath on my neck.

I glance back.

The cages have opened.

A tiger advances.

I close my eyes.

We are doomed to play

THE DEAD GAME.

A BEAUTIFUL GAZEBO

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A beautiful gazebo.

Perfect for a wedding.

Fantasy comes to life.

Until the night.

Robed figures circle.

A noose hangs within.

It’s slipped around my neck.

I can’t move.

The figures circle faster.

The winds pick up speed.

I’m hanging.

Watching my life drift away.

A beautiful gazebo.