Wolf has returned.
Has he come for me?
Lift his mask,
and you shall see
.
🌹PREY FOR THE DEAD 🌹
Has he come for me?
Lift his mask,
and you shall see
.
🌹PREY FOR THE DEAD 🌹
by paxdomino
Showing posts with label prey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prey. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 25, 2020
Sunday, November 24, 2019
THE LAST ONE
I search the night.
A lovely sight.
My wings are spread.
Don’t go to bed.
I see you scurry.
Don’t need to worry.
My talons reach for thee.
In the sky, you’ll soon be.
We’ll soar to my nest.
I will love you best.
I will be the last one you’ll see
before your eyes close for me.
Tuesday, March 12, 2019
PREY FOR ME
I will feast on my prey.
It’s a pumpkin today.
Come tomorrow, I will search
for someone left in the lurch.
An old carcass for me
or a table set for tea.
PREY FOR THE DEAD By Susanne Leist
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
TIME KILLS
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Time kills.
The Dead kill.
They play no favorites.
We all become victims.
Prey for their games.
Cages will entrap us.
Lost in a maze of rooms.
Welcome.
THE DEAD GAME
Monday, September 25, 2017
THE DEAD AND GONE
THE DEAD AND GONE
A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.
THE DEAD GAME
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I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.
THE DEAD GAME
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj
Monday, March 20, 2017
PRAY FOR US
Like a cold witches’ brew.
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.
Warm winds turn cold
As all become prey.
The young and old.
For them we must pray.
Hell hath no fury
Like a demon scorned.
There is no jury
For a small town mourned.
Who’ll save Oasis
From ‘The Dead’ demons?
Who will now face us,
More dead or demons?
Pray for us.
We are alone
Come save us.
We must atone.
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.
Warm winds turn cold
As all become prey.
The young and old.
For them we must pray.
Hell hath no fury
Like a demon scorned.
There is no jury
For a small town mourned.
Who’ll save Oasis
From ‘The Dead’ demons?
Who will now face us,
More dead or demons?
Pray for us.
We are alone
Come save us.
We must atone.
THE DEAD GAME
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Nook http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj
Friday, February 10, 2017
TIME KILLS
Source:arcusxxTime kills.The Dead play no favorites.We all become their victims.Prey for their games.Cages to entrap us.One door leading tothe next deadly door.Welcome.THE DEAD GAME
The candle flickers.The music plays softly.An empty room stands before us.The piano keys pound faster.The wind screams louder.The games are about to begin.THE DEAD GAME
Source:kittenmeatsThe house welcomes us.It plays music for us.The keys dance.The walls moan.Traps await.A long night ahead.THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Sunday, February 5, 2017
A DOOR
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A door among many others.
A family like all the others.
Eating at the dinner table.
Drinking wine.
Laughing.
But something is off.
The wine is blood.
The dessert are fingers.
A family not like the others.
THE DEAD GAME
TIME KILLS
- Source:arcusxxTime kills.The Dead play no favorites.We all become their victims.Prey for their games.Cages to entrap us.One door leading tothe next deadly door.Welcome.THE DEAD GAME
- The candle flickers.The music plays softly.An empty room stands before us.The piano keys pound faster.The wind screams louder.The games are about to begin.THE DEAD GAME
- Source:kittenmeatsThe house welcomes us.It plays music for us.The keys dance.The walls moan.Traps await.A long night ahead.THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Saturday, January 28, 2017
THE SNOW IS BLACK
A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.
THE DEAD GAME
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.
THE DEAD GAME
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj
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