THEY’RE HERE

Can you see The Dead?

Shadows walk the town

while all are in bed.

HIde in your home

and turn a blind eye

while The Dead roam.

Bloodsuckers by night.

They walk among us.

No need to take fright.

We watch for their approach.

We will raise the alarm.

And no fear of a hoax.

THE DEAD GAME

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BREATHING

Your heart is pounding.

Your pulse is racing.

The house is alive.

It’s breathing.

It’s moving.

Illusions stalk you.

How can you escape?

You can’t.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

WE HAVE TONIGHT

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WE HAVE TONIGHT

Dance with me tonight, my darling.

Ignore the evil grins surrounding us.

Let us sway with the music’s quick beat.

No one needs to see the fear I hide

as you twirl me around the dance floor.

A smile is plastered on my face.

My eyes glued to yours.

I know there will be a meeting tonight.

The evil players will be present.

The evil one will soon be revealed.

Don’t let it be you, my loved one.

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STAND STRONG

I won’t fall for his charms

or fall into his arms.

Don’t sing a love song.

I will stand strong.

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ON A SHELF

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Who sits on my shelf,

watching me?

Who casts shadows

along my bedroom wall?

I move closer.

I must see who it is.

The head moves.

Its hood falls back.

A doll’s face appears.

Glowing red eyes turn.

They burn a hole through me.

My questions are answered.

OUIJA BOARD

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Oh, Ouija Board,

will you bring me spirits?

Spirits of the light.

Ones of the damned.

I feel their presence.

Sighs in the night.

Cold breath on my face.

Icy fingers at my neck.

Squeezing.

Too tight.

Much too tight…

HEARTACHE

Heartache is for me.
My heart yearns for thee.

Lies fall so easily from your lips.
They feel salty on my fingertips.

I must remain strong.
I hope I am wrong.

I need proof to trust you once more.
My heart is breaking at its core.

The salty mist soothes me.
The wind caresses me.

But I feel cold deep inside.
I need a safe place to hide.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

STARRY NIGHT

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Starry Night Over the Rhone, Vincent van Gogh.

The night walks on tiptoes,

not wanting to wake the sleeping.

The water shimmers in silence

beneath the starry sky.

In the distance, lights flicker

from boats and buildings.

We walk the shore

in the hazy mist of lights.

Lights to comfort the weary

who can’t lay their heads to sleep.

We will walk until the dark blue

turns orange and yellow with sunrise.

Until the streets fill with others

on their way to begin their day.

Gone is the starry night

where silence hides hideous sins.

Time to retreat until the starry night

returns once more.

LAST TREE STANDING

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I face the wind.

Each day I wait.

Time passes.

I wait for the world to change.

People come and go.

I cringe at the sounds of trees falling.

The cries of animals dying.

Monstrous structures replace the rolling hills.

Fewer trees dot the landscape.

Dirty water fills the ocean, rivers, and lakes.

Mankind has marked the world

in irreversible ways.

Stop before it’s too late.

I refuse to be the last tree standing.

TWISTING AND TURNING

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The world twists and turns.

It squeezes us dry like sponges

until we have no strength to fight.

I can’t keep my eyes open any longer

and watch the mad parade of colors.

Hurricanes, poverty, violence, shootings.

Red will soon hide the greens and blues.

Madness will descend and replace the stars.

The moon will hide its face from the night.

The sun will no longer send its rays of warmth. 

Mankind will be alone to fend off the darkness.

Twisting, turning, squeezing

until nothing remains of mankind.

TIDES ARE RISING

Midnight so dark and blue.
It comes for me and you.
The tides rise to a new height,
hitting the beach with their might.

Clear skies so dark blue.
Clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings night fears,
people running in tears.

I’ve heard about The Dead.
They fill my heart with dread.
It’s time to hide from death.
No time to take a breath.

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NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

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NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

This is not the yellow brick road

leading to fantasies.

This is the road

determined by your choices.

You must chart its course

and deal with the twists and turns.

A ride of a lifetime

to be dealt with wisely.