The nightmare of my mind.
Crammed with trees and dirt.
A deserted forest of the night.
No visitors or intruders.
Only death and silence.
Graves mark the spots
where life once stood.
Now all that’s left is
darkness and shadows.
Shadows drifting across
space and my mind.
Beautiful rose.
Soft and velvety.
Protected by sharp thorns.
Bright in the sunshine.
Dark in the moonlight.
A two-faced wonder.
Oasis is my next stop.
The Dead’s playground.
I can hear their cries.
Tourists caught in their traps.
Residents falling for their lures.
They haven’t been warned.
Weren’t told to stay away.
A den of evil in paradise.
It’s now my turn to retrieve.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
Red will be the beaches.
Dark will be the skies.
They fly in from above.
They travel from below.
Trumpet blasts of thunder.
Lightning to light the way.
To Oasis they come.
To give the final blow.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
Walk with me through the moon lit forest.
Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,
Never touching down,
Held aloft by our love and passion.
Follow me through the endless night
To a land where no man walks.
Only creatures as dark as the sky
Dare to venture forth alone.
Love has no bounds or shackles.
We will be free to display our passion,
Without retribution from humanity,
As long as you remain mine.
Come with me, my ice princess.
Step award from the burning plains,
Where the heat burns your soles,
And love is hampered by the living.
Wolf holds his hand out for me.
The words flow from him,
His lips never uttering a sound,
But his meaning as clear as can be.
We can be together forever more.
But the other has followed us to the clearing.
He will try to take me back,
And never give up his hold on me.
His eyes burn red with passion.
Fire follows close on his footsteps,
Scorching a trail through the grass,
Melting his enemy’s cold trail.
They face each other.
Hot and cold from opposite poles,
Dueling until the end of time,
Both fighting for me.
Our games have just begun.
THE DEAD GAME
Should we go up?
Climb the stairs of our ambitions.
Should we walk down?
Tired of expectations.
Or we can wait downstairs.
Wait for the best opportunities
To come to us.
And there’s the door.
Give up on it all.
Fly away, birds.
Fly free from this place.
From the town of demons.
Where walkers of the night.
Wait for the dark.
For their deadly games.
Palm trees bow to their power.
Sand covers their victims.
Tourists flee the hotel.
The winds howl their name.
Hail pounds their beat.
Lightning shows the way.
The Dead are here to stay.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
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Nook
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Life moves too fast.
People rushing back and forth.
Where are they going?
Do they reach their destinations?
Rushing.
Everything a blur.
Faces and lights flashing by.
Stop!
Take a breath.
What happened to enjoying life?
Living for the moment.
When does that happen?
Who is watching me from the water?
Someone is bobbing beneath the waves.
He’s coming closer to shore.
I see eyes.
Yellow eyes sparkling in the sunlight.
Green skin with yellow spots.
I must run.
Before it catches me.
Wait.
A man is rising from the waves.
A man in a wet suit.
All is safe.
Ouch!
I’m shot.
He shot me.
With a spear gun.
Too late.
I’m falling down.
Is this only bad dream?
I hope so.
SUSANNE LEIST 