Showing posts with label gargoyles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gargoyles. Show all posts

Monday, December 9, 2019

STEP INSIDE



Step inside.
It’s dark.
Deserted.
Don’t worry.
They wait for you.
Climb the staircase.
Gargoyles stand sentry.
The games will soon begin.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
 Nook

Saturday, December 7, 2019

Wednesday, October 2, 2019

THE STAIRCASE


THE STAIRCASE

Follow the gargoyles to their master.
Follow the staircase to its source.
Take me down under 
To the darkness in us all.
Beneath End House lies the answers
To questions asked from times gone by.
The unearthly dungeons and mazes
Will lead our way through hell and beyond.
I know others have gone before me
To the place deep in the earth.
Hell has unleashed its prized possessions
To torment the innocent and needy.
Even with their human bodies
They cannot hide forever from my wrath.
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN
THE DEAD GAME

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

THE CANDLES ON THESE WALLS

The candles on these walls
throw shadows down the halls.
Shadows that float in the air,
horrors that I cannot bear.
Soft sighs follow in their wake,
my insides begin to quake.
Gargoyles stare at us from above,
I’m thrust forward by a hard shove.
Revolving rooms lead us through a maze.
I follow along, lost in a daze.
I ask, “How do we get out of here?”
My hands covering my face in fear.
Am I standing in a flood?
I look down at all the blood.
It flows from the indoor pool.
As you know I’m not a fool.
I’m out of here as quick as can be.
There’s nothing else I want to see.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist


Monday, July 31, 2017

DARK AS SIN


Friday the 13th is here.
There is nothing to fear.
My gargoyle friends are waiting.
Their stares are somewhat scathing.
But the night is still young.
The noose is already hung.
Bats fly around the old house.
They squeak like a little mouse.
Lightning...
(Source: deadphilosophy)

Friday the 13th is here.
There is nothing to fear.
My gargoyle friends are waiting.
Their stares are somewhat scathing.
But the night is still young.
The noose is already hung.
Bats fly around the old house.
They squeak like a little mouse.
Lightning sizzles as it plays.
Over the dark house, it stays.
Thunder rumbles in pain.
Loud noises but no rain.
The door opens wide.
There’s no place to hide.
We might as well go in.
Inside looks dark as sin.
THE DEAD GAME

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

THE DOOR LOCKS


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“ Kingdom Come
”
It welcomes.
It creaks.
It sighs.
Its door opens.
Candlelight streams out.
We peak inside.
Grim faces stare back.
Gargoyles stand sentinel
along the curving staircase.
A wind brushes our skin
with its unseen...

Kingdom Come

It welcomes. 
It creaks.
It sighs.
Its door opens.
Candlelight streams out.
We peek inside.
Grim faces stare back.
Gargoyles stand sentinel
along the curving staircase.
The wind brushes our skin
with its unseen fingers.
Candles light the way
down the right hall.
Shadows move and sway
with the flickering candles.
The door locks behind us.
We’re in for the ride.
End House has spoken.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook

Thursday, June 15, 2017

THE EVIL STAIRCASE




No one answers our knock.
The front door drifts open.
I step into the dark hallway.
My friends close behind.
A dark staircase looms above us.
Gargoyles stand guard along its banisters.
Lights flicker from the right hallway.
A cold draft hits our left shoulders.
What should we do?
Read The Dead Game to find out.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

Thursday, December 8, 2016

FOLLOW THE CANDLES






End House is dark and deserted.
The invitation called for a party.
No one is here to greet us.
Flickering candles line the hallway,
Beckoning us to follow.
Gargoyles tower over the carpeted staircase.
The door behind us locks shut.
What do we do now?
THE DEAD GAME 

Sunday, July 31, 2016

DARK AS SIN



Friday the 13th is here.
There is nothing to fear.
My gargoyle friends are waiting.
Their stares are somewhat scathing.
But the night is still young.
The noose is already hung.
Bats fly around the old house.
They squeak like a little mouse.
Lightning sizzles as it plays.
Over the dark house it stays.
Thunder rumbles in pain.
Loud noises but no rain.
The door opens wide.
There’s no place to hide.
We might as well go in.
inside looks dark as sin.
THE DEAD GAME
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