STAND AND FIGHT

  

No one can hear 

our screams of fear.

As the clock strikes midnight

we prepare to take flight.

Soon human blood will pour.

There’s nothing left to live for

unless we stand and fight

with all our hearts and might.

THE DEAD GAME

THE CRIMSON REFLECTION

 

 

THE CRIMSON REFLECTION

 

The sky’s crimson reflection

mars the ocean’s blue surface.

As the sun sets for the night,

it hides behind the darkening clouds.

The sky dips into its bag of tricks

to bring forth a yellowed moon.

As the sky becomes inky black,

the water flows blood red.

From the murky depths,

dark creatures rise this night.

Onto our crisp white shores, they walk,

leaving bloody footprints in the sand.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

A TOWN WITH BLOODY SECRETS

 


Look at the pretty sky.
Such beauty way up high.
Clouds drifting by so slowly
Like a shrine to what’s holy.


All of this will come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.


Shadows will descend onto the sand,
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem–all served with a frown.

Run for your life if you still can.
There’s death for each and every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They did not come to play.

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