THE ROAD TO OASIS

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Take the road to Oasis.
A bright and sunny road
Filled with wishes and dreams.
No worries or despairs.

The Oasis Hotel waits with open arms.
High archways invite sea breezes.
Tourists lounge by the pool. 
No worries or despairs.

Until night falls.
Dark shadows appear on the streets
And on the white-sanded beach.
No worries or despairs.

No worries or despairs
For those who take care.
Death for those who do not.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE PERFECT MELODY

THE PERFECT MELODY The air is heavy. Clouds roll in. The sky grows dark. You hear the first drops. The water pounds on the roof. A staccato melody of its own. Pound, pound, pound. Tap, tap, tap. Rain washes our streets. Clears our minds. A new day...

 

THE PERFECT MELODY

The air is heavy.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows dark.
You hear the first drops.
The water pounds on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
Rain washes our streets.
Clears our minds.
A new day arrives.

 

 

BE STILL MY BEATING HEART

AN ARTIST’S PALETTE

 

 

AN ARTIST’S PALETTE

 

Nature leaves an artist’s imprint

on all that it reaches.

Waves of the ocean can appear

in the coldest reaches.

Nature’s colorful palette

extends from the sky to beaches.

We might try to copy nature’s soft stroke,

but we must listen to what it teaches.

THE PERFECT HUE

Indigo

beneath the sea floor

 

 

THE PERFECT HUE

 

The road extends to the sea,

where creatures can roam free.

Blue tinges the sky and flowers,

an indigo of dark powers.

The town lies ahead,

where I’ll lay my head.

Dreams will take me away

to a place with no gray.

Only bright colors for my day

in this new place, I want to stay.

Fear not the witches in the night,

but enjoy each day as you might.

An Oasis waits now for you,

a rainbow in a perfect hue.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist 

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SERENITY

I WILL RETURN

 

 

Stop me.

Cage me.

Bury me.

Beneath the house.

In the dungeons.

I will return

And take back the town.

THE DEAD GAME

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The story continues in Book 2.

BEYOND THE GATE

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A gate in the woods,

Majestic between the trees.

A doorway asks to be crossed.

A force pulls me to the other side.

Cold air tingles on my bare skin.

Grass crunches beneath my feet.

Sounds are magnified.

New smells stream through my nostrils.

I feel alive.

I feel strong.

I feel empowered.

I walk to meet The Dead.

I sense their presence.

The night brings them.

I will face them.

They will rule no more.

THE DEAD GAME

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Book 2 will determine their fate.