THE DEAD CONTROL TIME
The Dead have taken over.
It’s now time to take cover.
No one can hear
Our screams of fear.
When the clock strikes midnight
We prepare to take flight.
The elders can’t save us anymore.
Very soon blood and guts will pour.
Our paradise is no more.
There’s nothing left to live for.
Unless we stand up and fight
With all our hearts and might.
THE DEAD GAME
Susanne puts a creative spin on vampires which gave the book a refreshing aspect to the supernatural/dark fantasy genre. I particularly enjoyed the setting of the small town, providing an eerie vibe throughout the story while keeping a fine balance of fright, action and romance. The range of genres intertwined the book is well woven, keeping the story arch at a good pace and easy to follow.
I would recommend anyone that is a fan of paranormal romances / dark fantasy novels to pick up a copy of Susanne Leist’s debut novel, The Dead Game, and get lost in this mysterious horror novel.
SILENT
Can you hear the silence?
It moves.
Like a breathing, living being.
Deeper into the woods,
The silence moves with me.
By my side.
Watching me.
Waiting for any sound
I might make.
For then,
It could silence me.
Forever.
OVERGROWN
A house left to decay.
What a sad sight today.
No family in sight.
I gaze at it in fright.
Trees and bushes overgrown.
A darkness sets the sad tone.
Hedges block the sunlight.
Nothing lets in the light.
I can hear the creak of old bones.
The house settles with moans and groans.
It looks at me with mournful eyes.
I will buy it and take the prize.
What does it feel like to fly?
Lifting off to reach the sky.
Soaring to a new height.
A bird’s exclusive right.
All alone and way up high.
Nary a cloud in the sky.
Take me along with you please.
What can I do to appease?
I want to fly over the land.
To the tune of a marching band.
Over water I go.
It would make a great show.
It first comes slowly.
In the dead of night.
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It speeds up.
You dash into a building.
An empty school.
It soon follows.
It brings with it a silence.
You can feel its presence.
Coming closer.
It’s now moving quickly.
Down the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
They are all locked.
You turn.
Close your eyes.
And stand strong.
Darkness descends.
To encompass all.
DARKNESS IS YOUR ONLY FRIEND
A room full of books.
You can feel them with your fingertips.
But you can’t see a single word.
Your senses are sensitized.
Every single noise is amplified.
But you can’t see light.
Or colors.
You are blind.
In a world full of color.
Your fingertips lead you.
Your senses guide you.
Darkness is your only friend.
THE DESERTED MANSION
A mansion so dreary,
One should be leery
Of entering its gate.
Better leave it to fate.
The mansion in Oasis
Offers too many faces
For unexpected visitors.
But be careful of any tours.
If you venture inside
You can see the sweet pride
In the owner’s eyes.
Despite the bird’s cries.
Each room offers a view
Of history for you.
Beautifully furnished rooms.
Swept clean by invisible brooms.
“Who lives in here?” you might ask.
If you dare take him to task.
“Only I,” he might reply
With a twinkle in his eye.
THE DEAD GAME
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WHO WE ARE
Align the pieces
To bring into clarity
A snapshot of our lives.
We are a sum total
Of our life experiences.
Who we are
Is what we are.
The end product
Of a life’s work.
A work of art
In the making.
Bravo!
SUSANNE LEIST 