A WALK IN THE CEMETERY

The Valley Cemetery | GarettPhotography

 

A walk in the cemetery.

Not the right place to be merry.

Dark shadows creep in

As dark as their sin.

Wings flap around me.

I’m cold as can be.

A brief tap on my shoulder.

I run to the boulder.

“No one is here,”

I say in fear.

But footsteps, I do hear

Echo as they draw near.

“Oh no, they have found me.”

A fresh grave waits for me.

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FOLLOW THE CURIOUS

Cobblestone by cemetery

FOLLOW THE CURIOUS

The cobblestones glisten

under the moonlight.

Gravestones peek out

in the heavy fog.

Moans sweep the winds

that rustle the lifeless trees.

A gate stands open

to welcome the curious.

Footsteps draw closer

to my hiding place.

A cloaked figure enters

the home of the dead.

It disappears inside a mausoleum

with a lone angel standing guard.

Goosebumps riddle my body

as I inch forward from my spot.

I can’t stand the suspense.

I must find the meeting place

of the dead and gone.

THE DEAD GAME

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ALONE IN A CEMETERY

cemetery shadows

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.

SHY CEMETERY

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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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.

 

 

MAUSOLEUM

Cypress Lawn Memorial Park | GarettPhotography

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

 

 

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

 

 

RISING

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

THE DEAD GAME — A Paranormal Mystery

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

CALM BEFORE THE STORM

 

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

WALK IN SHADOW

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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