THE DEAD ARE COMING!

 

 
I just read The Dead Game
and I was frightened.
Vampires, wolves, and human vampires.
I believe I’m going to hide under the bed.

The Dead are coming!

The Dead are coming!
Meow!

 

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

THE BLUE WAVE

 

A blue wave of ocean.

Coming closer to shore.

Bringing with it darkness.

And yet still so much more.

 

I’m tempted to ride it.

Take it to the limit.

I want to see its strength

And if it’s a gimmick.

 

The blue is almost transparent.

A glass of cold water for me.

Hitting me in the face with salt.

Lifting me as high as can be.

 

Goodbye to the town of Oasis.

Goodbye to my perfect paradise.

Squashed by the hand of The Dead and gone.

By a mere roll of the deadly dice.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

LOST IN A SEA OF FLOWERS

 

I want to walk through a meadow of flowers,

breathing in the sweet taunting fragrance.

I want to let my hair down to fly free

as the warm breeze tickles my hot skin.

I want to lie down on the soft yellow pillows,

my face to the sun looking down from above.

I want to be lost in the sea of flowers,

Where no one will ever find me again.

CALM BEFORE THE STORM

 

The Dead are rising.

Cemeteries and crypts will be busy.

Wine will be flowing and so will the blood.

Come out, come out wherever you are!

 

 

Time is passing.

Night is approaching.

The moon is rising.

Dark shadows will walk the streets.

Take shelter before it is too late, 

before you become one with the shadows.

 

 

Life can change in seconds.

The sun can be shining.

Then in moments,

you’re engulfed in a storm.

Palm trees are swaying in the wind.

Rooftops are flying.

The Dead don’t take prisoners.

 

THE DEAD GAME

TELL ME A STORY

 

Read me a tale, grandfather,

of battles and dead bodies.

Turn the pages, grandfather,

of the book of horrors.

Tell me more stories, grandfather,

of evil armies and sadness.

I will close my eyes, grandfather,

and will the darkness away.

THE SEAS

Source:

 

The sun hides its head

While the waves rage on.

The clouds turn away

While blood rushes on.

The moon shies away

While the tides bring death.

All hide faces in vain

While the seas bring the pain.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

The Girls

Graffiti Lux and Murals

In a lane off  Wellesely is this very pretty, but wildly eroded mural.

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I’ve never seen paint peeling like this before. It was literally hanging like curled and colorful Post-it notes across a 40 ft. wall.

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Had I found this when it was fresh, it would have been a 3-part post. This is all that was left to take pics of. I considered taking a shot of the peeling paint, but alas, I couldn’t bare to be reminded of what I’d missed out on.

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Pics taken by Resa – March 24, 2016

Toronto, Canada

Artist(s): unknown to me

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