They walk on silent feet

through the forest so deep.

I must keep moving my feet

without stopping to sleep.


The howling wind plays their song

of bloody deaths for us all.

They’re not for this place for long.

They wait for the town to fall.


They are surrounding me.

I can’t outrun their reach.

Somehow I must get free

and make it to the beach.


The ground is opening.

Sadly I know for whom.

I’m falling in a hole

that will soon be my tomb.


THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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