I gaze from my window
and what do I see?
A storm growing in force
and coming for me.
Death comes to town.
It has its own name.
The one that I know
is called The Dead Game.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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 their 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
GAZEBO IN THE DARK
Darkness surrounds from each side.
The storm brews with the rising tide.
A gazebo stands in the clearing.
I don’t like the shrill sound I’m hearing.
Candles flicker inside.
There is no place to hide.
I’m being pulled toward the light.
My body refuses to fight.
A noose hangs above me.
I will never be free.
THE DEAD GAME
They rise from calm waters
and land on our shore.
Dark shadows on the soft breeze.
Leaving dead bodies on the sand.
Disappearing with the morning light.
Until the night falls once more.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES