HAPPY NEW YEAR!

 

 

2016 will soon be gone.
Mourning can be such fun.

🍹THE DEAD GAME🍹 by SusanneLeist

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THE NIGHT

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The night is here.

The moon creeps 

through a thick maze of clouds.

The stars sparkle

in the dark blanket of sky.

Welcome the dark shadows.

The night walkers.

The dreamers.

The ghosts of past years.

Those who walk the earth

in the dead of night.

Welcome the night creatures.

All who are brave enough

to face the night.

For the night is here to stay.

THE MIST

 

 

THE MIST

The mist follows close at my heels,

Relentless in its pursuit of me.

Tall trees block my escape from this forest,

Trapping the sunlight amidst their leaves.

A trap waits for me at every turn,

Poison ivy and open holes among the lot.

I refuse to be trapped by the evil one,

The one who desires me most of all.

I will break free from his unearthly grasp,

His icy grip clutching me too close.

He might be the leader of The Dead,

But he will never be my mate for life.

I must make a run for it now,

For any later will be too late.

THE DEAD GAME

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TAKE ME TO THE CHURCH


Take me to the church.
The town’s on fire.
Hell has let loose its demons.

Take me to the church.
The Town Hall has lost its windows.
The Dead are taking over the town.

Take me to the church.
I refuse to become one of The Dead.
We must run for shelter.

Take me to the church. 
Hell is raining down upon us.
Creatures are stalking us.

Take me to the church.
It stands no more.
Gone in a puff of smoke.

Take me away from here.
Amen.

THE DEAD GAME

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We are but small pebbles in the midst of a big storm, rolling, rolling, until we fall into the great void. On the way we hold on to our memories, our feelings, our fears, our hopes. Sometime, for a few seconds, we encounter peace. It does not last, pebbles are not made to rest.

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ALL STORIES HAVE AN END

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All stories have an end.

This is mine.

I live behind this door.

No one visits.

As footsteps draw near,

I look out the peephole.

I never answer the bell.

I slink away into my dungeon

of lost hopes and dreams.

Neighbors stay away.

Family doesn’t care.

Would you?

ONLY A PICTURE

 

 

Can a picture capture the ocean?

Can it reveal changing colors,

ripples of the waves,

reflections of the deep?

A mirror to the sky.

Hold the picture up high.

The image lies flat and stagnant,

missing the life and energy

of nature’s creations.

END HOUSE

 

End House sits alone.

Its shutters hanging.

Furniture upended.

Shattered pictures.

Shattered dreams.

Open the door.

Walk up the battered staircase.

Past the broken statues.

A house ravaged by a storm.

Inside and out.

A storm not felt by neighbors.

What happened?

THE DEAD GAME