Dream a little dream for me.
Soar to the clouds and
Join your colorful friends.
Spread a little fairy dust.
Follow your dreams
To far away lands.
Dream a little dream for me.
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DARKNESS
Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
It waits in the shadows
For the perfect moment.
When the moon rides high,
It makes its entrance.
A cry is heard.
A soft whimper.
Then it’s gone
Until tomorrow night.
A DEAFENING SILENCE
Desolate.
Alone.
Empty.
No neighbors.
The wind rattles my walls.
Snow layers my roof.
No peace.
Cold.
Icicles hang low.
A deafening silence.
Will winter end?
Will the horses return?
I wait and hope.
THE NEXT DIMENSION
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Step into my world.
Demons who walk the nights.
The doorway waits.
Step into the next dimension.
Where dreams become reality.
Horror replaces the mundane.
Welcome to The Dead Game.
Your dreams will belong to us.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
I WELCOME THEE
Clean me.
Snow on me.
Wet my hair.
Fall on my eyelids.
Drench my body.
Whiten the streets.
I welcome thee
into my heart and soul.
TEMPT ME
He’s back.
How could this be?
I should have known.
He will never rest easy.
Without me to torment.
Without me in his arms.
A door opens.
He tempts me with sunshine.
His hand reaches for me.
My skin tingles from his touch.
I turn away and
Run from his sweet words.
His spirit envelopes me with coldness.
He whispers promises in my ear.
He will come for me tonight.
He will appear in a new package.
I will be prepared and ready.
I will not be fooled again.
The Dead won’t win.
THE DEAD GAME
LOST IN TIME
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Once regal.
Once opulent.
Dancing in the moonlight.
Beneath crystal chandeliers.
Now crumbling.
Soon to be dust.
Moments lost in time.
Never heard from again.
A place of desolation.
Stairs leading to nowhere.
For no one.
STAND AND FIGHT
No one can hear
our screams of fear.
As the clock strikes midnight
we prepare to take flight.
Soon human blood will pour.
There’s nothing left to live for
unless we stand and fight
with all our hearts and might.
THE DEAD GAME
SILENCE
The silence moves.
Its breath cold
on my neck.
It watches
and waits for a sound.
It drifts closer,
then surrounds me.
Once it hears any sound,
it will silence me
forever.
Romance & Fine Dining~
Spending the holidays with family in Santa Cruz California,
and spied this young egret on Christmas Day.
He had romance on his mind,
but his timing was all wrong.
He expected affection,
prior to,
fine dining!
Live and learn.
He got the dinner,
but not the date!
Cheers to you from sunny Santa Cruz~
