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 & gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far & wide.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
Grim reaper stands over me,
where The Dead have come to be.
Blood won’t be my drink of choice,
not if I have any voice.
I will go down with a fight.
I refuse to take a bite.
No bloodthirsty demon down here.
No reason to have any fear.
THE DEAD GAME
Grim reaper stands over me,
Where The Dead have come to be.
Blood won’t be my drink of choice,
Not if I have any voice.
I will go down with a fight.
I refuse to take a bite.
No bloodthirsty demon down here.
No reason to have any fear.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
Come to me, my sweet.
We dance to a special beat.
My lips turn red
from blood, I’ve bled.
The night belongs to me.
I won’t be set free.
Grim reaper stands over me,
Where The Dead have come to be.
Blood won’t be my drink of choice,
Not if I have any voice.
I will go down with a fight.
I refuse to take a bite.
No bloodthirsty demon down here.
No reason to have any fear.
THE DEAD GAME
The waves rise in anger.
The sky burns bright red.
Birds flee from their perches.
Animals run for hiding.
The tides bring in death.
Dark creatures from its depths.
They converge on Oasis.
A town too innocent of it all.
Night comes on horseless chariots.
An invasion from the beach.
Dark shadows roam the quiet streets.
Grabbing tourists for their deadly games.
All evidence gone in the morning
Of their deadly rampage through town.
THE DEAD GAME
I had to share one more rhyme.
From under the sea
they have come for me.
Rising from the deep
they come when I sleep.
Through the small town they roam
looking for a new home.
Blending with tourists at day
but at night they get to play.
Bloodthirsty as they are
they don’t have to go far.
They take sustenance within reach
leaving dead bodies on the beach.
Tourists flee the hotel
before they’re doomed to hell.
The evil one walks tall.
Our town will surely fall.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
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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,
and your wishes will come true.
The female Grim Reaper is all-powerful,
and the taste of blood can be sweet.
She will grant wishes of revenge and murder
to your bitter heart’s content.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
Time to party.
The Dead can dance.
They fill the nights
with fun and music.
Cold to the touch.
Empty to their souls.
Following to a beat of their own.
Heartbeats of the warmblooded.
THE DEAD GAME
The mist follows me
through the dark forest.
It leaves cold fingerprints
on my shivering body.
The moon hides its face
from the evil below.
Stars lose their sparkle
as The Dead walk the night.
I must reach the town
before I become one of them.
Walkers of the night.
Demons of the first order.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
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SUSANNE LEIST 