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

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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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BLOODY SUNRISE

 

The sun rises over the red water,

red from the bloodshed that night.

Bodies wash up on the shore,

vestiges of the parties held that night.

Bloody footsteps mar the shoreline

left by The Dead walking at night.

 

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THE GAME HAS BEGUN

 

 

Put on your mask.

Dress in your gown.

Step into your party shoes.

The dance is about to begin.

Music fills the mirrored room.

The band picks up the beat.

Dancers swirl under glowing chandeliers.

Rainbows of light reflect off the walls.

The room enlarges to accommodate the dancers.

The clock strikes midnight.

The music stops.

The dancers stand still.

The Dead Game has begun.

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FOLLOW US TO HELL

The night holds you too tight.

You must not fear or fight.

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 town belongs to us.

No reason for a fuss.

The Dead are here to stay.

Come with us and play.

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KILL THE DEAD

Not so easy to kill The Dead.
A knife through the eye
won’t weaken them.
A drink of poison
won’t stop them.
Let’s add sunlight,
a sore spot for them.
A beheading for dinner
will slash them dead.
A witch’s spell
might do the trick.
Choose your weapon...

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Not so easy to kill The Dead.

A knife through the eye

won’t weaken them.

A drink of poison

won’t stop them.

Let’s add sunlight,

a sore spot for them.

A beheading for dinner

will slash them dead.

A witch’s spell 

might do the trick.

Choose your weapon wisely

for The Dead are hard to kill.

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WALK IN SHADOW

WALK IN SHADOW
He walks in shadow.
Blending with the night.
Stalking his victims.
Lighter than air.
One with the mist.
Never seen.
Never caught.
Leaving death behind.
Come out in the light.
I know you can’t.
I know what you are.
Creature of the...

 

WALK IN SHADOW

He walks in shadow.

Blending with the night.

Stalking his victims.

Lighter than air.

Floating in the mist.

Never seen.

Never caught.

Leaving death behind.

Come out to the light.

I know you can’t.

I know what you are.

Creature of the night.

Come to me.

Your time on earth will soon end.

Come out of the shadows.

And face me.

All will know what you are.

The leader of The Dead.

Your time is at an end.

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BLOOD RUNS SMOOTH

Blood runs smooth with inky determination. Filling the ocean with its crimson red. It arrives with the tides to our sandy shores. Walking the streets of town with the rise of the moon. Leaving dead bodies behind in the wake of its path. Returning the...

 

 

Blood runs smooth

with inky determination.

Filling the ocean

with its crimson red.

It arrives with the tides

to our sandy shores.

Walking the streets of town

with the rise of the moon.

Leaving dead bodies behind

in the wake of its path.

Returning the next night

to sprinkle blood once more.

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I’LL READ YOU A STORY

 

I will read you a story.

It might be all too gory

For you to understand

But I’ll give you a hand.

 

A blight falls on a town.

It’s sure to make you frown.

Residents  disappear.

I want to make this clear.

 

This isn’t a regular place.

Don’t give me that dark face.

It’s a place of evil creatures

And many more creepy features.

 

Dark shadows stalk the night,

Giving tourists a fright.

Florida can be a scary place.

I will soon pick up the poem’s pace.

 

The Dead want to kill you.

You’ll be their dinner too.

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