A SHADOW IN THE WIND

The castle sits in the woods.

Memories fill its walls.

Echoes of laughter

vibrate the still air.

Whisps of smoke float 

between the trees.

A transparent shadow

settles beside me,

with a tap on my shoulder,

a sigh in my ear.

With a wistful smile, I say,

“Goodbye, my love.

We’ll be together again soon.“

FOLLOW THE PATH

areyou-stillawake

Demonic (2015)

Light the path

through the woods,

where many have gone.

Follow the puffs of smoke

to the end of the trail,

where many have gone.

Climb the broken steps

to the deserted house,

where many have gone.

Descend the staircase

to the dark basement,

where many have gone.

Face the row of doors

on the opposite wall,

where many have gone.

Open the wrong door

to the caged tigers,

where many have disappeared.

THE DEAD GAME

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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LET THE GAMES BEGIN

The house is deserted.

Slippery stairs take us to the basement.

The lights flicker.

The door slams shut.

I run to the door and turn the knob.

It’s locked.

Waves hit the house.

Is that why the floor is wet?

A creaking noise comes from above.

Cages descend.

Circular saws soon follow.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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THE HOUSE OF EMPTY DREAMS

We walk through the house

of empty rooms.

Each one furnished with

a different period from history.

A dining room that can seat

a hundred people.

A gourmet kitchen that sparkles

white with bare counters.

A crystal chandelier hangs above

the marble floor empty of dancers.

Our guide bids us a quick goodbye.

We are outside again, standing on the

stone and weeds of the driveway.

The house crumbles from the outside,

but inside, it’s ready to hold court.

For whom?

We don’t know.

But we will

Once we enter the deadly game.

THE DEAD GAME
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WAITING FOR YOU

mstrkrftz:

The Dark Stronghold by Kilian Schönberger

Step inside.

It’s dark.

Deserted.

But don’t worry.

They wait for you.

Climb the staircase.

Gargoyles stand sentry.

The games will soon begin.

THE DEAD GAME

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 Nook

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COME PLAY ME

The house sits empty.

Deserted for years.

Dust its sole visitor.

The grand piano waits for a voice.

Someone to play its keys.

One last song before it’s too late.

WAITING CAN BE PURE AGONY

The house sits empty.

Spirits walk the hallways,

waiting for life and sounds

to enter the house again.

Waiting can be pure agony

when you have nowhere else to go.

A SHADOW IN THE WIND

The castle sits in the woods,

its walls filled with memories.

Sounds of laughter and music

float in the still air.

Whisps of smoke hover 

between the trees.

A soft shadow in the wind 

settles beside me.

A tap on my shoulder.

A sigh in my ear.

I know who it is.

Goodbye, my love.

We’ll be together again soon.