SILENCE REIGNS SUPREME

Silence reigns supreme.

The sun hides its face.

Palm trees shake their leaves.

Winds quicken their pace.

The hotel stands deserted.

Flapping sounds fill the air.

Dark shadows join the fray

beneath his icy stare.

THE DEAD GAME

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SNOWBOUND

Snowbound at the inn,

no one can get in,

besides the cursed one

who has already won,

by picking off bodies,

one by one.

MEET ME IN MAINE

by Susanne Leist

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THE END IS NEAR

We have come together as one,

Humans, vampires, & human vampires.

The last battle on this earthly planet

That will determine our combined fate.

Linda clings to her friends.

Will she choose wisely and correctly?

Will she choose me over The Dead?

PREY FOR THE DEAD

A FORCE WE CANNOT BEND

Waves hit the rocks

with frozen blocks.

They plow through the sand,

sharp claws in their hand.

They ravage the shore,

coming back for more.

A battle with no end.

A force we cannot bend.

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I leave the storefronts behind,

their tinted-green windows reflecting the bright sunlight.

I hurry toward the boardwalk and beach.

The soft sand will trickle through my toes.

The sea breeze propels me forward.

Beyond the white sand,

the waves dance and writhe in a demented dance,

a dance growing wilder by the minute.

The palm trees bow their heads to the wind.

Rooftops sail through the air.

Glass crunches beneath my feet

as I run through the streets.

The windows hang broken and twisted.

The saddest sight is the church.

The once-white church stands charcoal-black,

debris at its proud feet.

They’re here.

The deadly games have begun.

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FROZEN BRIDE

The Dead are coming to this place.

The moon trembles and bows its face.

Thunder strikes a chord in the distance.

No one can mount a strong resistance.

Lightning sizzles and dances in place.

Soon red and yellow streaks join the race.

The Dead return in force

As Wolf rides a black horse.

He leads his army to town

while he wears a wicked frown.

I know he’s searching for me.

Quiet as a mouse I’ll be.

But soon he’ll find my hiding place,

Blaring trumpets quicken his pace.

Time has come to a complete stop.

He stares at me from bottom to top.

He wants me for his frozen bride.

Too late for me to run or hide.

He takes me into his arms for a kiss,

But what I want to do is yell and hiss.

I don’t want to be one of The Dead.

I walk behind him with growing dread.

The battle lines have been drawn,

And I’m merely Wolf’s small pawn.

PREY FOR THE DEAD 

LIGHTNING STRIKES

In deep and soothing sleep,

I did not hear one peep.

Then lightning lit the sky

with thunder turned high.

Winds uprooted the trees,

bringing them to their knees.

What has happened to the town?

The waves have turned a dark brown.

Shadows creep from the shore.

I can’t handle much more.

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RAIN ON ME

The sun will shine again.

We will survive.

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.

RED IN ITS ANGER

The storm approaches the shore.

A spray of water hits my face.

The salty breeze lifts tendrils of hair.

Palm trees sway and bend.

The sand ripples

from the increasing wind.

Birds flee for safety.

Waves crash against the rocks.

The sky darkens to red in its anger,

raining tears across the land and sea.

When will it end?

Once the sky calms,

the sun will shine.

The birds will return.

The tantrum will be over.

THE OCEAN ROARS ITS FURY

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The ocean roars its fury.

It removes any intruders.

No boats to drift on its surface.

No swimmers to ride its waves.

Frustration hits the rocks.

Anger raises the wave swells.

Birds flee.

The sun hides.

We wait.

Will the waters recede?

The answer lies in the ocean’s depths.

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

The trees of the forest shiver and shake,

their long limbs trembling for the next quake.

Their bodies blaze a glaring white

with tears frozen from their new plight. 

The world has become hard and cold.

My trembling body feels old.

Surrounded on four sides by white, 

the bright glare has blinded my sight.

White is the color of my nightgown

as I stand and shiver with a frown.

A shadow emerges from the trees.

I hope it is not him, pretty please.

My body moves forward against my will.

I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.

I dig my feet into the packed snow,

but I must go where the wind might blow.

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LOST IN THE STORM

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The storm approaches the shore.

Dampness coats the air.

Mist sprays against my face.

Strands of hair fly in the wind.

Thunder rumbles in the distance.

I feel it.

It’s almost here.

Will I lose myself to it?

Let it take me to its depths.

I spread my arms,

Lift my head high.

I let myself fall.

Arms pull me under.

Lips reach for mine.

I’m lost for eternity,

Lost to the rushing wind,

Prisoner of the ultimate despair,

Partner in pain and sorrow.

The choice is made and done.

I float away with my dear one.

Together we will forge a path

Through darkness and hell

To a heavenly place beyond.