Tuesday, June 18, 2019

BLUE BED



A bed of flower.
A fragrant power.
Petals in my face.
Such a perfect place.
I’ll soon be asleep.
So don’t make a peep.

ONE WINDOW



One window among many.
One window to the world.
Watching the darkness.
Alone.
Waiting.
Open to the darkness.
Waiting for something.
Or someone.

RING THOSE BELLS



Bells to ring in the summer.
Tiny lights to brighten the day.
A fragrance to calm the mighty.
Soothing music for the senses.

WELCOME TO END HOUSE



Welcome to End House.
Step inside.
The party is about to begin.
Let me show you the way.
Where is everyone, you ask?
They’re here.
Can’t you hear them?
THE DEAD GAME

CREATURES FROM HELL




Take cover.
End House holds evil.
Within the walls.
Hidden in the dark basement.
Windows shatter.
Creatures attack.
No one is safe from The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

ICE COLD FEAR



How did I come to be here?
Cold wrapped around me in fear.
No matter how far I walk.
I could hear them move and talk.
Muttering curses on me.
But faces I cannot see.
They surround me on each side.
There’s nowhere for me to hide.
I must get out of here soon.
Before the next full moon.
THE DEAD GAME

BOOK HEAVEN




A perfect place for me.
Books as far as you can see.
Covering the tall walls.
Even lining the halls.
Stories for me to read.
Nothing more I would need.

THE TEA PARTY


THE TEA PARTY
Join my tea party.
Don’t be afraid to drink the tea.
It isn’t poisoned.
I promise!
What?
You don’t trust the Cheshire Cat.
I wouldn’t either.
Meow!

THE END





Just when you think it’s safe
to leave your bedroom.
When the howling and chanting
have subsided.
Your foot hits the floor.
It’s not over.
THE END

GONE


Source:

Gone for good.
My identity.
My uniqueness.
My face.
Gone.

YOUR HEAT


Source:

I wait for you each night.
Your sparkling glow.
Your everlasting heat.
The night bows to you.
The stars gather round.
Man worships you.
Take me inside.

BROKEN GLASS



They fly against the Town Hall.
Our shelter from the storm.
They’ve found us.
Windows break.
Glass rains upon us.
The end has come.
Too soon.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES

A COLD HELL



Blackness beckons.
Fingers grab me.
Teeth rip at me.
Fish beside me.
THE DEAD  below.
Laughter fills the void.
A cold hell for me.
I am lost.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES

THE EDGE


Source:

A walk to the edge.
A dip in the ocean.
A dive into the unknown.
It will soon cover me
With its soothing wetness.
Am I ready?

THE REAPER




Grim reaper stands over me,
where The Dead have come to be.
Blood won’t be my drink of choice,
not if I have any voice.
I will go down with a fight.
I refuse to take a bite.
No bloodthirsty demon down here.
No reason to have any fear.
THE DEAD GAME