A TWO-FACED WONDER
black rose
A BLACK ROSE
What could make roses turn black?
What evil could take away
A dark heart could turn
to black.
THE DEAD GAME
Like thorns on a rose,
the town of Oasis appears
peaceful during the day.
But at night,
its thorn are revealed.
The Dead roam
the streets of town.
Follow them
to their wild parties.
But be careful
you don’t become one
of the lifeless bodies
found on the beach
come morning light.
THE DEAD GAME
BLACK AS NIGHT
Black as night.
Dark as death.
The evil one has come
For me this night.
His eyes shine bright.
He sees me and more.
He walks the earth.
At night he’s the lore.
I cannot run.
I cannot hide.
He knows my secrets.
He knows where I hide.
The roses are wilting.
They crumple in despair.
No colors to lighten their mood.
Only black as they tear.
He has no footsteps.
He walks with the wind.
His body whispers past me.
His fingers brush my face.
He has me in his arms.
We take fight with the stars.
The man in the moon winks.
He takes delight in this game.
I close my eyes in defeat.
Wolf has won yet again.
His cold lips crush mine
As I yield to his touch.
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN
THE DEAD GAME
THE DEAD AND GONE
THE DEAD AND GONE
A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.
THE DEAD GAME
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 48
Black as night.
Dark as death.
The evil one has come
For me this night.
His eyes shine bright.
He sees me and more.
He walks the earth.
At night he’s the lore.
I cannot run.
I cannot hide.
He knows my secrets.
He knows where I hide.
The roses are wilting.
They crumple in despair.
No colors to lighten their mood.
Only black as they tear.
He has no footsteps.
He walks with the wind.
His body whispers past me.
His fingers brush my face.
He has me in his arms.
We take fight with the stars.
The man in the moon winks.
He takes delight in this game.
I close my eyes in defeat.
Wolf has won yet again.
His cold lips crush mine
As I yield to his touch.
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN
THE DEAD GAME
LIKE THORNS ON A ROSE
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Like thorns on a rose, the town of Oasis appears peaceful during the day. But at night, The Dead roam the streets of town. Follow them to their wild parties. But be careful that you don’t become one of the lifeless bodies found on the beach in the morning.
LET’S PARTY!
LET’S PARTY!
HERE WE ARE!
NO REASON TO RUN.
WE CAN ALL PARTY TOGETHER.
LOOK WHAT I FOUND?
A ROSE AMONG THE DEAD.
THE DEAD HAVE RISEN.
WE’RE HERE!
WHERE’S EVERYONE?
IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE
A PARTY FOR US.
WELCOME TO END HOUSE
BEAUTY AWAITS YOU:
FLOWERS, ORNATE FURNITURE,
CRYSTAL CHANDELIERS…
BUT WAIT!
WHO’S THAT IN THE CORNER?
IT’S DARK AND IT’S MOVING!
TOO LATE!
THE DOORS AND WINDOWS ARE LOCKING.
WE MIGHT AS WELL JOIN THE PARTY.
THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.
THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST
http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist
http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881
A BLACK ROSE
What could make roses turn black?
What evil could take away their
beautiful color?
A dark heart could turn anything it touches
to black.
SUSANNE LEIST 