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

A HORROR TALE

Stay away from here. Death I cannot bear. I’m telling a horror tale with each wag of my fine tail. Oasis it is not. More of a horror spot. Tourists disappear into the thin air. One day they’re right here. Next day they’re nowhere. THE DEAD...

(Source: seriallier)

 

 

Stay away from here.

Death I cannot bear.

I’m telling a horror tale

with each wag of my fine tail.

Oasis it is not.

More of a horror spot.

Tourists disappear

into the thin air.

One day they’re right here.

Next day they’re nowhere.

THE DEAD GAME

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HE HAS COME FOR ME

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HE HAS COME FOR ME

Do my eyes deceive me?
Can this be true?
A creature is stalking me
Through the dark streets.

Eyes black as night,
Cries as soft as the wind,
Sharp claws tapping a sad melody.
It draws closer to me still.

The mansion’s gates yawn open.
My feet leave tracks in the mud,
Handprints where I fall in my haste.
Salty tears splash on the rocks.

The mansion waits in its dark glory
For the innocent and weary.
It sheds its shell like a caterpillar,
But no butterfly does it become.

The creature gains ground,
A stalker in its feline prance.
Whiskers pointed to the wind,
Skulking closer to me.

One last stumble for me
As my knees graze the rocks.
My fingers climb the steps,
Digging deep into the dirt.

I turn one last time.
The dark one stands up,
Reaching its full height.
On two feet it stands tall.

Yellow eyes glisten in the dark,
No whiskers to follow my scent.
White skin for black fur,
Laughter falls from his lips.

He has come for me,
Walking on muscled legs.
Sure and strong is his gait
For no more does he crawl.

“Come to me!” he says.​
“No more games for us to play.”
His hand reaches for mine
As I back away from his touch.

“I refuse to belong to you.”
My voice shakes in despair.
I will not follow him
To the land of beyond.

The house swallows me whole.
A maze of rooms for shelter,
I am hidden inside its walls.
Darkness shields​ me from harm.

THE DEAD GAME

A HORROR TALE

Stay away from here.
Death I cannot bear.
I’m telling a horror tale
with each wag of my fine tail.
Oasis it is not.
More of a horror spot.
Tourists disappear
into the thin air.
One day they’re right here.
Next day they’re nowhere.
THE DEAD...

 (Source: seriallier)

 

 

Stay away from here.

Death I cannot bear.

I’m telling a horror tale

with each wag of my fine tail.

An Oasis it is not,

Much more of a horror spot.

Tourists disappear

into the thin air.

One day they’re right here.

Next day they’re nowhere.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE DEAD ARE COMING!

 

 
I just read The Dead Game
and I was frightened.
Vampires, wolves, and human vampires.
I believe I’m going to hide under the bed.

The Dead are coming!

The Dead are coming!
Meow!

 

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist