A PERFECT NIGHT

A perfect night for a walk.

The moon is shining.

The stars are twinkling.

The graveyard is dark.

A mist weaves

through the graves.

A cold wind whips past me.

What’s happening?

Figures stand up.

Rising from the graves.

Time to end my walk.

They’ve surrounded me.

How did they move so fast?

They are transparent.

A dark figure stands

behind them.

A figure that isn’t transparent.

With a knife in his hand.

Time to run.

Too late.

A not so perfect night.

A KEYHOLE

Metamorphosis IV by ThisYearsGirl 

A small opening.

A keyhole.

Is all that we need.

To see.

To dream.

To imagine.

To look beyond.

Beyond the everyday.

To the world beyond.

Beyond our imagination.

To the unknown.

To be free.

A BLANKET OF MIST

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A BLANKET OF MIST

Mist blankets the forest,

covering all from sight.

It hides the dark creatures

so you won’t run from fright.

Darkness will soon descend.

The moon will hide its face.

Run as fast as you can.

Before you get a taste.

Blood flows into the cracks,

left behind from the quake.

Cries shatter the silence,

giving no one a break.

We must wait for the sun

to free us from this place.

Light will lead us away 

from what we fear to face.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

STOP!

Stop!

Go no farther.

Oasis lies ahead.

A town of mystery.

Disappearances.

Unsolved murders.

Amidst the palm trees

and isolated beaches,

lies an evil so deadly

that the undead are afraid.

Turn around.

Go home.

Before The Dead see you.

THE DEAD GAME

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HARD CHOICES

Hard choices.

Which one to choose?

Both lead to darkness

and despair.

Some decisions don’t

have happy endings.

But we are forced to choose.

Which one?

What to do?

Such is life.

Close your eyes and pick one.

Happy trails.

PEOPLE TO KILL

What a great sign.

It could be sitting at the

entrance to Oasis.

A town plagued by evil.

Evil in its many forms.

Vampires, human vampires,

and vampire derivatives.

Playing their deadly games.

At the expense of unsuspecting

tourists and residents.

Come and join the fun.

You can be added to their kill list.

Don’t miss out.

Your life could end today.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE QUESTION

What is reality?

Do we see what is

actually around us?

Or is there a another reality?

A reality that we can’t see;

that we aren’t ready to see yet.

Will it ever come into focus?

Into a clarity that will reveal all.

The reason for our existence.

The reason for the world

as we know it.

Look closer.

Peer through the murkiness.

Find your own reality.

A LIFE FORCE

Light radiates from within.

Part the purple leaves,

And you’ll see it.

The orange glow.

A life force that shimmers,

Transcending time and space.

The eternity of nature.

DROWNING

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Lost.

Drowning in despair.

Falling deeper.

Wanting to let go.

Sinking to the bottom.

Head will soon be submerged.

No fight left.

No will to go on.

Let the darkness take me.

Into its arms I go willingly.

Ready to surrender.

To its everlasting blackness.

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

A HAUNTED PARTY

A party at End House.

A surprise party for us.

It’s dark inside.

And deserted.

Look at the curving staircase.

Creepy gargoyle stand guard.

Look over there.

Candles light the way.

Down the long hallway.

Let’s follow them.

A door to the basement.

The door slams shut behind us.

And locks.

The stairs are slippery.

Why are my feet are wet?

We’re standing in cold water.

What’s that noise?

Machines creaking.

Cages are descending.

They have pointy edges.

Circular saws sweep across the water.

Help!

THE DEAD GAME

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WINTER COLD

I feel so cold.

Ice is forming on my arms.

What is happening to me?

Why are my leaves drying up?

Ouch.

A cold wind just hit me in the face.

I wish I could hide.

But I’m stuck in place.

Waiting.

And waiting.

I think I fell asleep.

For the sun is out.

My ice is melting.

The breeze is now warmer.

It’s brushing the snow

off my cold arms.

My arms feel less heavy.

Soon it will be spring.

Time for celebration.

I can’t wait to see my

green leaves again.

Birds will return to

sit on my arms.

They will build their nests.

Life will be good again.

Only a few short months left.

I will take another snooze.

See you in the spring.