NIGHT WALKERS

 

The Dead are rising

From tunnels deep within the earth.

Locked away for centuries

By a witch’s curse.

They are back once again in Oasis,

Wearing masks they have perfected.

They gather in force

To fight The Watchers.

The last battle to end all battles.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE MIST

 

The mist follows me

through the dark forest.

It leaves cold fingerprints

on my shivering body.

The moon hides its face

from the evil below.

Stars lose their sparkle

as The Dead walk the night.

I must reach the town

before I become one of them.

Walkers of the night.

Demons of the first order.

THE DEAD GAME

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A GLIMPSE OF HEAVEN

 

Alone with nature.

A feeling like no other.

A sky filled with birds.

Purple with the fading sun.

Sea breezes wrap around me.

Cocooning me in their mist.

Life stands still for this picture.

A glimpse of heaven from above.

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PLAYING WITH FIRE

 

They’re playing with our lives.

Taking whom they want.

When they want.

For their deadly games.

They dare to walk our streets.

Dark shadows of the night.

Enter our homes.

Customers in our stores.

Guests in our hotel.

They hide in plain sight.

Beware of The Dead.

They take no prisoners.

THE DEAD GAME

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WHAT DO YOU SEE?

 

What do you see?

Can you see The Dead?

Do you know who they are?

We watch them at night.

They fly through the streets.

Bloodsuckers by night.

Beautiful creatures by day.

We take their droppings.

Nothing should be wasted.

Time for us to descend.

The cemetery is waiting.

THE DEAD GAME

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LOST IN THE STORM

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The storm is approaching the shore.

I can feel the dampness in the air.

The mist spraying against my face.

Strands of hair lifting in the wind.

The rumbling of thunder in the distance.

Flashes of light crossing the darkening sky.

Yes, I can feel it.

It’s almost here.

A VACATION PARADISE

 

Pool

 

So alone.
Why can’t I enjoy the view.
Blue water cascading over rocks.
The smell of the sea in the air.
A vacation paradise.

My thoughts drift to happier times.
Times of parties and friends.
New acquaintances. 
New beginnings.

Where has it all gone?
Gone from my mind.
Gone from the town.
To be replaced by dark shadows.

I can feel them around me,
Lurking beyond the pool,
Waiting for the right moment to pounce.
I refuse to let them get me.
Not this time.

The water does look inviting;
To be cocooned in its warmth.
I feel wet.
I’m in the water.
I must have been pushed.

A chuckle drifts nearby,
Transforming into a hearty laugh.
Is it coming from the shadow above the rocks?
Did it push me in?

I close my eyes.
The warmth.
The safety.
Like a baby
Returning to the womb.

THE DEAD GAME 

NO SHELTER FROM THE STORM

The birds are watching.

They are waiting for night.

It will provide cover

for their flight over Oasis.

They will storm the Town Hall

with shrieks of glee.

Their bodies will transform into

creatures of hell.

There will be no shelter from this storm.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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THE GRIM REAPER

Something is waiting for me.

Outside my front door.

I can sense its presence.

Can it be death?

Am I ready for it?

No one can be ready.

It comes for us when

we are the least prepared.

If I shut the door,

will it go away?

It’s moving closer to the house,

smacking repeatedly against the window.

Bang.

Bang.

I peek out.

A branch from the tree

is waving in the breeze.

This time I was lucky.

What about the next time?

I better be ready.