THE DEAD GAME

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

 

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

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.

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