TO HELL AND BACK

Death walks the street
to its own crazy heartbeat.
Do we allow it to run free
and take victims at whim?
We won’t permit more to
succumb to its darkness.
We will fight the demons
to hell and back.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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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

RIDE WITH THE WIND

RIDE WITH THE WIND

The Dead ride the night.
They ride with the wind.
The daylight is their enemy.
Lock your doors.
Cover your windows.
You might be next.
They are a select group.
They torment their victims.
They are bloodthirsty.
See you in hell.

THE DEAD GAME

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BEFORE

The skyline was beautiful before.

Hope was present before.

Brotherhood was keenly felt before.

Life was pure and simple.

Death wasn’t an everyday concern.

Before.

TOMBSTONES MOVING

I see tombstones moving,

Winds blowing,

Grass ruffling.

The Dead wait for darkness.

The streets of town they walk.

Innocent victims they will find.

The games are about to begin.

THE DEAD GAME

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WAIT FOR ETERNITY

Take me away in the soft breeze.
Let my fingers flow through your hair.
I want to see your warm smile.
I hunger for your loving touch.

Time for that is long past.
Victims of the battle we now are.
Hell is waiting for us both.
I can see his boat drifting offshore.

I will not let him take me.
I want to share paradise with you.
Warm breezes and soft winds
To wrap us tight in its cocoon.

No more glory to be had.
No more wins for our side.  
Our losses are steep and many.
The mighty have fallen this night.

The sun has set for the evening.
It has not brought you back to me.
I will wait for all eternity
Until I have you by my side.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

LOCKED IN THE BASEMENT

Steps lead to the basement of End House.

The door locks behind you.

There’s no way out.

Water fills up to your knees.

Metal cages descend.

Sharp edges extend to catch

their next victim.

You dodge the cages.

Circular saws sweep through the water.

The far wall holds three closed doors.

What lies behind these doors?

Read THE DEAD GAME to find out.

BURNING

 

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Hell has arrived.

Burning in its chair.

Impatient for victims.

Restless to the bone.

Burning bright.

Filling the dark.

Red and yellow sparks.

Sizzling.

Hot.

THE DEAD are here.

THE DEAD GAME

HELL HAS ARRIVED

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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.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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 

THE TEST OF TIME

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THE TEST OF TIME

Sunset in Everglades National Park, Florida

THE TEST OF TIME

We all succumb to it.

It takes its victims.

No one is safe.

We wither.

Dry up.

Turn to dust.

Life goes on.

Until the next victim.

Bites the dust.

And so it goes.

On and on.

It continues.

In waves.

In cycles.

In perpetuity.

No reason to fight it.

Only to accept it.

THE FALLEN

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The trees have been hurt,

Scarred by the recent storm.

Their leaves have fallen,

Fallen soldiers of nature’s war.

Without a proper burial,

No one will mourn for them.

New leaves will soon sprout

And take their place.

The cycle will continue

Through time and space.

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.

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.
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WALK IN SHADOW

WALK IN SHADOW

He walks in shadow.

Blending with the night.

Stalking his victims.

Lighter than air.

Floating in the mist.

Never seen.

Never caught.

Leaving death behind.

Come out to the light.

I know you can’t.

I know what you are.

Creature of the night.

Come to me.

Your time on earth will soon end.

Come out of the shadows.

And face me.

All will know what you are.

The leader of The Dead.

Your time is at an end.

THE DEAD GAME

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