TWO FACES

 

This is the real me.

The one behind the mask.

There is a reason to fear.

The Dead will soon be here.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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THE END IS HERE

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I can see in the dark night.

I can see a deadly fight.

The small town is about to fall.

No one will be left here at all.

More shadows come to the town.

One is wearing a gold crown.

The trade winds grow in force.

I’ll meow till I’m hoarse.

Bells ring around us.

I won’t make a fuss.

Time has come to an end.

To The Dead, I won’t bend.

THE DEAD GAME

DANCE BENEATH THE LIGHTS

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Dance beneath the bright lights,

Past the lifelike statues,

Figures entombed in glass,

As the dance floor grows bigger.

The music quickens its beat.

Couples twirl in circles.

The clock strikes midnight.

Let the games begin.

THE DEAD GAME

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PERFECT

 

 

Brush strokes of blue and gray

to fill in the puffy clouds.

Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet the neverending horizon.

Each wave swell of purest white

rises from the depths of dark blue.

My fingers reach for the canvas.

My eyes travel to the brushes.

I shake my head.

No painting is needed.

No copy will diminish the essence 

of a perfect summer day at the shore.