A VAMPIRE’S DELIGHT

Blood red sky at night.
Watched with sailor’s bated breath.
A vampires’ delight.

THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist

 
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RED SKY

The sky glows red

with anger.

It shrieks thunder.

It rains tears.

Lightning sizzles

across its angry face.

Wait.

Watch.

Listen.

The sky is still in command.

It shows its wrath.

Then it grows calm

and releases the blue skies.

IN THE RED SKY

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A sliver in the red sky

Sparkling in its own right.

Higher than the birds can fly,

Stars bow to its greater might.

MY PLACE

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Red glows the sky.

I can see it

from way up high.

The water below

like a mirror I

can say hello.

The wind comes in.

I am chilled from

windows too thin. 

This is still my place,

I wouldn’t trade it

for any other place.

BLOOD RED

BLOOD RED

The wavering reflections of the red sky

mar the blue surface of the ocean.

The sun sets for the night,

hiding its face behind puffy clouds.

The sky reaches into its bag of tricks,

bringing out a yellow moon.

The water remains blood red

as the sky turns inky black.

A reflection from its depths

of the evil creatures rising.

Onto our crisp white shores they walk,

Leaving bloody footprints in the sand.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

PUDDLES OF CRIMSON

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Shades of red fall from the sky,

Reaching the ground in puddles of crimson.

Footsteps of The Dead linger around Oasis.

Taking their victims in their mighty thrall.

Red keeps falling from the darkening sky.

Covering the grass and trees with its hue.

My face burns hot from its touch.

My heart beats blood in quickening tempo.

The Dead are tracking me through the woods.

I will be one with them all too soon.

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RED IN ITS ANGER

I can feel the storm approaching.
Moving closer to shore.
A spray of water in my face.
Salt in the air.
Palm trees swaying.
Sand rippling.
A wildness in the air.
Birds fleeing for safety.
Waves crashing.
Sky turning darker.
Red in its anger.
Roaring its fury.
Raining down tears.
When will it end?
Once the sky is finished.
Once it’s calmed down.
The sun will peek out.
The birds will return.
And all will be right
with the world.
Tantrum over.

RED SKY

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The sky is angry.
Its face is turning red.
It’s not happy.
It might shriek thunder.
It might rain tears.
It might turn its hair on fire.
Wait.
Watch.
Listen.
The sky is in command.
It will show its wrath.