DANCE WITH ME

Dance with me until the moon hides its face,
And the sun attempts to quicken the pace.
From the sunlight, the vampire turns his face,
And dancers twirl to the light’s frenzied pace.

PREY FOR THE DEAD
by Susanne Leist

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WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

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.

MY PATH SO NARROW

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I stroll through the fallen leaves,

a translucent green beneath my feet.

Red branches bring me shade,

protecting me from the harsh sun.

I walk alone through the silent forest,

no one to bring me pain or sorrow.

Alone is what I desire most

as I follow my path so narrow.

DARK AS THE NIGHT

I walk with the living at day,

They do not hear a word I say.

They believe I’m alive like them,

But I’m stronger than any men.

I run like the wind past the trees,

Fly through the sky faster than bees.

My true self is hidden away,

I might be a little fey.

At night I walk with others,

They’re close to me like brothers.

“Who am I?” you might ask.

I might take you to task.

Take care not to open that door,

You’ll be in hell forevermore.

SHADES OF RED

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Shades of red fall from the sky,

They hit the ground in puddles of crimson.

Red falls from the darkening sky.

It covers the grass with its bright hue.

My face burns hot from its touch

as blood pumps faster through my heart.

The creatures track my desperate retreat

through the deserted woods.

I will be one with them all too soon.

DARK PATH

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The puddles lead me

down a path

through the trees

into the deserted forest

where no man dares to tread.

DARK SHADOWS OF MY MIND

The nightmare of my mind.

Crammed with trees and dirt.

A deserted forest of the night.

No visitors or intruders.

Only death and silence.

Graves mark the spots

where life once stood.

Now all that’s left is

darkness and shadows.

Shadows drifting across

space and my mind.

FLORIDA SINKHOLE

A sinkhole where the house has stood

Lies deep in the deserted wood.

Where has everyone gone to?

The grass and trees are gone too.

A house and garden have once stood here.

Now there is only the ground laid bare.

Could they be in the tunnels below

And hear me if I yell out hello?

I hear rumbling coming from the hole.

The loose rocks are beginning to roll.

I should leave before it’s too late,

And I suffer the same sad fate.

THE DEAD GAME

DARK SHADOWS OF MY MIND

The nightmare of my mind.

Crammed with trees and dirt.

A deserted forest of the night.

No visitors or intruders.

Only death and silence.

Graves mark the spot

Where life once stood.

Now inhabited with

darkness and shadows.

Shadows drifting across

space and my mind.

THE DEAD GAME CONTINUES — PRELUDE TO BOOK II

I must see if End House is still standing.  
I was there when the house was destroyed.  
When the evil creatures were dragged  
From the windows by our chanting   
And cast into the raging sea.

The house had disappeared before my eyes.  
But yet, one section had remained standing,  
Before becoming transparent,   
And then poof,
It was gone for good.

I’m on a mission to see if the house is truly gone.  
No one else happened to notice the shadowy section   
That had hovered and wavered until it dissolved.  
But I know it’s still there.  
I need to know.

The forest is quiet.  
I don’t hear birds chirping.  
I’m alone but I can feel eyes watching me.  
I should’ve parked closer to the house.
I don’t remember the path snaking around the trees.

Here’s the black fence with its spikes pointing upward.
Not a comfortable place for birds.  
How convenient, the gate is wide open.  
All I have to do is walk through the trees.
No gloomy house should be waiting for me. 

There is something up ahead.  
A large shadow in the mist.
It must be the pool. 
It can’t be.   
The house can’t be back.

I can see through it to the trees beyond.  
The sky is growing darker by the minute.  
The shadowy house is beginning to fade away.
It’s dissolving into the ground,  
Like it had done on that other fateful night.

All that remains is a deep hole.  
Why did I come alone?
I don’t want to check out the hole.  
I don’t want to be here.
I’m leaving.

Where did these heavy gusts of wind come from?
It was such a nice and balmy evening.
Now the winds are blowing their heads off.  
The trees are thrashing their branches at me.  
They won’t let me leave.

I’m being bounced from one tree to the next,  
Like a football being tossed around.  
“Stop it! Let me go!”  
They don’t listen to my cries.  
I believe they are laughing at me.
 
“Here’s that!” I jab my foot into a thick root.  
The tree stretches out its branch to swipe at me.  
“No please! Save me!”
Too late.
I’m falling down the dark hole.

I can’t grab hold of anything firm.
The sides are too slippery.
Rocks and dirt are falling on me.
I can’t stop myself from sliding down.  
This was such a bad idea.

I’m falling too fast.
No light is coming from above.  
It’s just me and the darkness, my old friend.  
The darkness can’t save me now.  
Nothing can save me now.

I feel dizzy.
I’m being twirled in circles by the wind.  
Round and round I go.  
Where I’ll stop, nobody knows.  
The silly things that enter your head at the end.

I’ve hit rock bottom.   
I’m sore.  
My bottom hurts.  
And I don’t know  
Where the hell I am.

THE DEAD GAME CONTINUES

PRELUDE TO BOOK II