ALONE IN A CEMETERY
The mist paints a grey.
Hissing winds sound fey.
The trees sway in tune
Under the blue moon.
With long robes, they sweep toward me.
Darker shadows they cannot be.
A statue looms in the distance.
I cannot offer resistance.
An angel turns her face to me.
A wicked grin for all to see.
Her white wings spread wide.
Time for me to hide.
A cemetery so shy
the dead and gone pass it by.
The graves hide in shame
from its silly name.
No mausoleums to grace it,
or fine tombstones to enhance it.
Please stay away from here.
The dead don’t want you near.
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Evil waits for you and me.
Beneath the tall cypress tree.
It comes in the dark of night.
Won’t leave without a good fright.
The mausoleum is dark.
We only came on a lark.
Time for us to run and go.
The wind says, “I don’t think so.”
THE DEAD GAME
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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
I’m over here.
I can smell your fear.
You won’t be alone.
I can hear your moan.
I’ll be rising soon.
On the next full moon.
We’ll rise from down under.
On lightning and thunder.
You will not recognize me.
I’ll be different you see.
My new body is strong.
Now do not get me wrong.
I still love you, my dear.
Of that please have no fear.
THE DEAD GAME continues
Should we visit End House?
The beautiful house had almost been
destroyed in the last storm.
Pieces of its roof and shutters had
blown off in the winds.
The last family had disappeared.
Why did we receive an invitation
for a party at the deserted house?
Let’s go and find out.
THE DEAD GAME
Come and join THE DEAD.
They are eager for new followers.
Who will be their next victim?
Who will wash up on shore?
Find out in THE DEAD GAME.
THE DEAD are watching.
They watch from windows and doors.
Once the sun goes down,
they roam the town.
Be smart;
stay indoors.
THE DEAD love the night.
The wolves howl in warning.
Birds flee in fear from trees.
The Dead come at night
to claim their victims.
Unless they are stopped.
Who is strong enough to stop them?
Find out in THE DEAD GAME.
The ground rumbles.
The gravestones shake.
The door to the mausoleum creaks open.
The leaves rustle in the wind.
The dirt parts.
A hand reaches from a grave.
Bodies rise up from the earth.
The Dead are ready to play.
THE DEAD GAME
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Midnight is approaching.
The witching hour in Oasis, Florida.
End House holds secrets.
Secrets of The Dead and gone.
Deadly traps.
Vengeful spirits.
Join us if you dare.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
The Dead are rising.
Cemeteries and crypts will be busy.
Wine will be flowing and so will the blood.
Come out, come out wherever you are!
Time is passing.
Night is approaching.
The moon is rising.
Dark shadows will walk the streets.
Take shelter before it is too late,
before you become one with the shadows.
Life can change in seconds.
The sun can be shining.
Then in moments,
you’re engulfed in a storm.
Palm trees are swaying in the wind.
Rooftops are flying.
The Dead don’t take prisoners.
THE DEAD GAME
Row of Trees (1915) by Jan Mankes (Dutch, 1889—1920).
WALK IN SHADOW
Who waits in the dark?
Stalking its victims.
Blending with the night.
Walking in shadow.
Lighter than air.
One with the mist.
Never seen.
Never caught.
Leaving death behind.
Traces of evil.
Evil wrought on the town.
Who are you?
Come out in the light.
I know you can’t.
I know what you are.
Creature of the night.
Come to me.
And your time on earth will end.
For I protect the town.
I protect the innocent.
Come out of the shadow.
And face me.
All will know who you are.
The leader of The Dead.
Your time is at end.
THE DEAD GAME
A perfect night for a walk.
The moon is shining.
The stars are twinkling.
The graveyard is dark.
A mist weaves
through the graves.
A cold wind whips past me.
What’s happening?
Figures stand up.
Rising from the graves.
Time to end my walk.
They’ve surrounded me.
How did they move so fast?
They are transparent.
A dark figure stands
behind them.
A figure that isn’t transparent.
With a knife in his hand.
Time to run.
Too late.
A not so perfect night.
Bury it.
Far below the earth.
Into the darkness.
Bury it deep.
Before it’s too late.
Let it sink into the dungeons.
Bury it now.
Away from humanity.
Beyond The Dead’s reach.
Bury the door.
Beyond The Dead’s control.
Say no prayers.
Let it go.
THE DEAD GAME
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