RIDE WITH THE WIND

 

 

RIDE WITH THE WIND

The Dead ride the night.
They ride with the wind.
The daylight is their enemy.
Lock your doors.
Cover your windows.
You might be next.
They are a select group.
They torment their victims.
They are bloodthirsty.
See you in hell.


THE DEAD GAME

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PARTY WITH THE DEAD

 

 

Follow me to the clearing,

where the trees part in fear.

The Dead come to play,

and the La Santa Muerte rule.

Bring your sacrifices.

Your wishes will come true.

The female Grim Reaper is all-powerful.

The taste of blood can be sweet.

She will grant wishes of  revenge

to your bitter heart’s content.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE EVIL ONE

haunted green mansion

 

I walk alone at night
when the moon is full height.

The sky black as tar,
but I won’t walk far.

I search for the shadow
on the road so narrow.

I want to see who he’s become,
The Dead leader, the evil one.

 

⚡️PREY FOR THE DEAD⚡️ by Susanne Leist

 

 

1 Prey save me

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

 

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME 

I’m surrounded by blood,
Blood on the walls
And flowing through my veins.

Blood is thicker than water,
Heavey and intense
As it trickles and oozes.

It flows through family members
Like a disease that can’t be stopped,
Bringing with it torment and anguish.

My only recourse is to escape
From within these walls
As I tunnel my way upward.

I want to be free from the evil,
Destroying me from within,

Keeping me from my family.

 
Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

THE HOUSE HAS SPOKEN

 

The house welcomes.

It creaks.

It sighs.

The front door drifts open.

We step inside.

Gargoyles stand sentinel

on the staircase.

Their eyes follow our path

past the flickering candles.

An icy wind brushes our skin

with unseen fingers.

Shadows move and sway

in the dark hallway.

The front door locks behind us.

The house has spoken.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

 

BLOOD NIGHT

The night holds
You too tight.
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 DEAD GAME♦