HELL HAS ARRIVED

Hell has arrived.

Burning in its chair.

Impatient for victims.

Restless to the bone.

Burning bright.

Glowing embers.

Filling the dark.

Red and yellow sparks.

Sizzling.

Hot.

THE DEAD GAME

I’M HERE, MY LOVE

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The waves propel me forward.

I’m here, my love.

I’ve come to bask

in your glow.

I’ll warm in the heat

of your fire.

Too hot.

I’m melting.

I’ve come too close.

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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THE NEWS

The news can be deadly.

It can be lethal.

Dangerous to your health.

A fire never quenched.

THE DARK SEA

He lights my fire to take me higher.

The town’s on fire, set by the sire.

He comes tonight for the big fight.

He comes for me from the dark sea.

PREY FOR THE DEAD 

FLAME

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Quiver.

Flicker.

Shoot sparks.

Tremble.

Falter.

But always

Give light.

RED HOT

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Red hot waves lap at the shore,

Bringing with it, blood and gore.

Paradise has come to an end.

The Dead are right around the bend.

Death is their evening delight.

They descend with all of their might.

Florida will never be the same

Once it becomes part of The Dead Game.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE NEWS

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The news can be deadly.

It can be lethal.

Dangerous to your health.

A fire never quenched.

FIRES OF HELL

FIRES OF HELL

A hot sight to see.
Now part of the sea.
Gone the lush paradise
By a toss of the dice.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist 

HOTTER THAN HELL

Hotter than hell is their playground.

Beneath layers of rocks and dirt.

They wait for their day of salvation.

When they can ride in the storm.

They grow impatient for the invasion.

The end of life as we know it.

I can hear their cries blowing in the wind.

The whispers brought forth from below.

It’s time for us to gather ammunition.

Before our poor town is nothing at all.

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FROM THE DEEP

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Aquatic Blue

They come from the deep.

They come when you sleep.

On waves of ice and stone.

They’ll burn you to the bone.

Fire burns hot in the ice.

It doesn’t feel so nice.

When it hits your body,

Time for them to party.

The Dead love to eat.

Humans their best treat.

Stay far from the shore,

Or they’ll ask for more.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

 

BENEATH THE SURFACE

Hot flames.

Fires burning deep.

Beneath the surface.

Rumbling.

Splitting rocks.

Seeking an exit.

The earth is alive.

Ready to explode.

Did you have any doubts?

Were you a skeptic?

Seeing is believing.

Sizzle.

Pop.