THE SEA RUNS RED

At the end of the journey,

where the sea runs red,

the nights grow long,

dark shadows roam free,

and The Dead come to play.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

THE DEAD GAME

 

THE DEAD GAME

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PREY FOR THE DEAD

The sand is soft beneath my feet.

I’m sure I’ve found a pleasant treat.

A metal door swipes across the sky,

removing the sun from the blue sky.

Trapped in a replica of my town,

I watch the sand become dark brown.

My longed-for peace won’t be won

since I’ve trusted the wrong one.

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WHO ELSE IS HERE?

I open the guest room door
as violent winds pummel the inn.

Lightning illuminates the blood
dripping onto the floor.

I shiver in fear.
Who else is here?

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IF YOU DARE

A town laden with mystery

and cursed by dark history

appears peaceful by day

until the cursed ones play

with the inhabitants’ lives

like bears attacking bee hives.

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LOST

A clown leers at me.

The knife-thrower aims 

and misses.

I run into a tent.

Mirrors surround me.

I flee into the darkness

and crash through a mirror.

I stand in a dark room.

The floor spins.

I grab the walls.

My hands slide

on the slippery stones.

A hole opens in the ground.

It widens,

pulling me closer

to the abyss.

I’m falling.

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ENJOY YOUR STAY

A party beneath the full moon.

I'm sure your host will be here soon.

Candles light the dark hallway.

I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay.

THE DEAD GAME

by Susanne Leist

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THE WINDS MOAN

The winds moan.
The inn shakes.
Footsteps echo above us.
Have the police found the killer?
The house becomes quiet.
Nature stills as if holding its breath.
I stare at my shivering guests
before the lights go out.

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by Susanne Leist

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