FINGERS FROM HEAVEN

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Fingers from heaven

Reach for the shore.

Shafts of light

Light the darkening sky.

The clouds move closer.

The rains fall.

The winds follow.

The end is in sight.

DARK AS SIN

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Dark skies are moving in.

The town is dark as sin.

Rumbling fills the humid air,

And The Dead will soon be here.

Hail begins to fall,

Big as a baseball.

Lightning joins the hot fray.

I’m not going to stay.

We must escape this night

Before we lose the fight.

He has come for me.

I’m as afraid as I can be.

THE DEAD GAME

SEEK SHELTER

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The sky rumbles its pain.

The clouds shout out in vain.

The water bubbles hot.

It won’t forget you not. 

Run from the hot flames of hail.

Try to hide to no avail.

Seek shelter from the storm.

This will be the new norm.

The Dead now run the town.

Chin up and dare not frown.

We must bow to their favor.

While we wait for our Savior.

THE DEAD GAME

DARKNESS ROLLS IN

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Dark skies are moving in.

The town is dark as sin.

Rumbling fills the humid air,

And The Dead will soon be here.

Hail begins to fall,

Big as a baseball.

Lightning joins the hot fray.

I’m not going to stay.

We must escape this night

Before we lose the fight.

Wolf has come for me.

I’m as afraid as I can be.

THE DEAD GAME

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AN ANGRY SKY

An angry sky.

Its face turns red.

It shrieks thunder.

It rains tears.

Hair on fire.

In control.

It will show its wrath.

TEARS OF REVENGE

The skies open up,

Releasing pent-up anger.

Tears of revenge,

Falling in hail drops.

Flying creatures from hell,

Dipping low to catch victims.

Clouds swirl around the heavens,

Mopping up the bloody damage.

When will this all end?

What will happen to our town?

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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FLY AWAY

Fly away, birds.

Fly free from this place.

From the town of demons.

Where walkers of the night.

Wait for the dark.

For their deadly games.

Palm trees bow to their power.

Sand covers their victims.

Tourists flee the hotel.

The winds howl their name.

Hail pounds their beat.

Lightning shows the way.

The Dead are here to stay.

THE DEAD GAME

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OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN --- THE DEAD GAME --- PART 42

No where to hide from his wrath.
Hot rain washes the red away.
Hail rains down upon us in sheets.
We've become moving targets.

The Town Halls offers no shelter.
Bright lights sweep the dusty floor.
The winds duck inside for shelter.
Thunder pounds against the locked windows.

We must fight this unnatural army,
Who uses the forces of nature as weapons.
Thunder to crash through buildings,
And lightning to burn down the town.

Wolf has his schemes and tricks.
He plays with illusions and magic.
But this time we will be ready.
No army will get through us.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN --- THE DEAD GAME --- PART 41

My stroll has turned into more
Than a mere walk in the park.
The peace and quiet is cut short.

The skies rumble and open up,
Releasing their pent up anger.
Their distress echoing through town.

Hot tears fall to the ground,
Cascading through the colors
Reflected from above.

An army of black clouds
Move into place,
Ready to attack.

Flashes of light hit the streets.
I follow its path to the Town Hall.
A building lit from within.

The winds have joined the game.
Swirling gusts directed at my face,
Fingers holding me back in time and place.

No one can stop me now.
I will find out what is causing
Hell to reign down upon us.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME
 





 

SHELTER FROM THE STORM

whitechapelwitch:

The house is beckoning you.
Its windows are staring at you.
Its front door is open wide,
waiting for you to enter.
The rain is falling hard.
The wind is blowing harder
and getting colder.
The house would be a good
shelter for the coming storm.
Or maybe not.
The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

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WELCOME SNOW

Snow is coming back.
We should prepare ourselves
And welcome it back.

SNOW IS COMING TO TOWN!

reuben-thomas:

A big snow flake falls to earth. Wait! There’s more coming!