WHAT’S FOR DESSERT?

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The Dead reign supreme.

They hold life in their hands.

Blood in their teeth.

Bones in their hands.

Humans for dessert.

Cats for practice.

Meow!

THE DEAD GAME

 

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STEP INSIDE

The door waits to be opened.

The window to be explored.

The house holds mysteries.

Intrigue for adventure-seekers.

Ghosts for hunters.

Blood for the insatiable.

And death for its followers.

Come and explore.

THE DEAD GAME

 

CREEPY SCARY

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Creepy, creepy, scary.
This can become hairy.
The house is haunted and dark.
I came on a simple lark.


But now that I’m here,
I’m frozen with fear.
A party is to be held for us all,
But to evil creatures, we might just fall.


Down to the basement we go,
This is silly even I know.
Saws are swinging up ahead,
Looking to chop off a head.


Traps are falling from the low ceiling.
My wet feet are losing all feeling.
We are standing in a pool.
And I feel like a big fool.


We should have gone when we had a chance.
The creatures will make us sing and dance.
The Dead have a morbid sense of humor;
Should have listened to every rumor.


Goodbye to one and all.
I see the bouncing ball.


THE DEAD GAME

A COMPLICATED NIGHT

Plumbers and Gasfitters Employees’ Union Building, Melbourne, Graeme Gunn, 1968-71.

 

A COMPLICATED NIGHT

The street lights refuse to glow on this dark night,

adding to my increasing shivers and fright.

I should not have agreed to come here

in darkness crippling me with fear.

 

Through the lit window, I spot a figure.

The shadow moves closer and grows bigger.

My hand lifts to grasp the railing,

then both my arms are flailing.

 

A bullet has grazed my left shoulder,

leaving the pain behind to smolder.

My right-hand reaches across to staunch the blood

as I turn to flee before my tears can flood.

 

I zigzag through the deserted streets of the town,

all the while praying that no others are around.

Life of a spy is not an easy one,

like a roller coaster without the fun.

 

Straight ahead stands another figure.

He signals for me not to linger.

My partner opens the passenger door for me.

I am on my way to get out of this scot-free.

MY EYES HAVE SEEN

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I’ve seen what I should’ve have seen.

My eyes won’t close for sleep.

My heart refuses to stop racing.

My tears have dried up.

My blood boils hot and steamy.

I’m lost in this world.

I’ll soon be one with the next.

 

DOWN WE GO

 

 

A steep cliff lies before us.

End House looms behind.

We’ve endured.

A pool of blood.

Descending saws.

Wild animals.

The cliff looks safer.

Down we go.

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SHADES OF RED

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Shades of red fall from the sky,

They hit the ground in puddles of crimson.

Red falls from the darkening sky.

It covers the grass with its bright hue.

My face burns hot from its touch

as blood pumps faster through my heart.

The creatures track my desperate retreat

through the deserted woods.

I will be one with them all too soon.

 

THE PARTY

 

 

A luxury yacht sails the ocean.

Aboard are many guests,

Dressed in jewels and ball gowns.

Champagne flows freely.

Music fills the night air.

Bodies fall into the water,

Some are swimming,

And some are not.

Blood trickles into the water,

Covered by the moon’s shadow.

Cries increase in tempo

Until silence sweeps the dark ship.

BLOODY MARY

 

 

 

 

I can see you.

from inside the mirror.

I will come for you

when you least expect it.

Don’t let your guard down.

Don’t fall asleep.

For soon your life will be over.

You said the words,

“Bloody Mary.”

It’s now too late to take them back.

They are written in blood.

Your blood.

Bloody Mary is here to stay.

CANDLES ON THE WALLS

 

 

The candles on these walls

throw shadows down the halls.

Shadows that float in the air,

horrors that I cannot bear.

Soft sighs follow in their wake,

my insides begin to quake.

Gargoyles stare at us from above,

I’m thrust forward by a hard shove.

Revolving rooms lead us through a maze.

I follow along, lost in a daze.

I ask, “How do we get out of here?”

My hands covering my face in fear.

Am I standing in a flood?

I look down at all the blood.

It flows from the indoor pool.

As you know I’m not a fool.

I’m out of here as quick as can be.

There’s nothing else I want to see.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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