Beauty marred by destruction.
An oasis scarred by evil.
Florida promises sunshine.
Oasis delivers death.
Do you still want to visit?
The Dead are waiting.
The Dead Game
SCARRED BY EVIL
darkness
FLORIDA FUN
No vampires in the hot sun.
It’s Florida’s playground for fun.
The nights are their chosen den.
Come and frolic in their playpen.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
EXISTENCE
Source: delta-breezes
The mist hides the screams,
darkening the blood to black.
Fingers grab the trees for help,
trembling in the fading light.
No one is there to see them.
No one is there to hear them.
As if they never existed.
LET THE LEAVES FALL
Source: fall-spirit
Let the leaves fall where they may
upon tombstones built to stay.
On these stones, the residents pound
as fall colors litter the ground.
No one is free to leave.
To this earth, they must cleave.
WHERE THE WIND BLOWS
WHERE THE WIND BLOWS
The trees of the forest shiver and shake,
their long limbs trembling for the next quake.
Their bodies blaze a glaring white
with tears frozen from their new plight.
The world has become hard and cold.
My trembling body feels old.
Surrounded on four sides by white,
the bright glare has blinded my sight.
White is the color of my nightgown
as I stand and shiver with a frown.
A shadow emerges from the trees.
I hope it is not him, pretty please.
My body moves forward against my will.
I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.
I dig my feet into the packed snow,
but I must go where the wind might blow.
DARKEST FANTASIES COME TO LIFE
There is something not quite right.
Meetings are held at midnight.
Dark shadows creep the street.
You don’t know whom you’ll meet.
Take me from here.
The Dead, I can’t bear.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
http://amzn.to/31wJpuN
FOLLOW US TO HELL
You belong to us now.
I say this with a bow.
You will follow us to hell.
As we ring the nightly bell.
Our servant you will be.
You’ll never be set free.
The town belongs to us.
No reason for a fuss.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
THE END IS NEAR
The end has grown near.
The end we hold dear.
The sun hides its face,
No longer in its place.
There’s nowhere to hide.
Is time on our side?
THE DEAD are here.
There’s much to fear.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
INNOCENT NO MORE
Innocent.
Alone.
Happy.
Content.
Until…
Drop those balloons
And run.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
I’M LOST IN HIS HEATED GAZE
His teeth glisten in the night.
Will I turn from him in fright?
I’m lost in his heated gaze.
I’m his for the rest of my days.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
SUSANNE LEIST 
