The night is here.
Dark shadows appear.
The full moon spins on its axis.
Creatures settle for sleep.
The wise owl opens yellow eyes in defiance.
Who are the shadows that interfere
with the peace of the night?
Who dare to leave dead bodies
along their nightly path?
Hide ye beyond your closed
doors and shuttered windows.
For THE DEAD own the night.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
The house welcomes.
It creaks.
It sighs.
The front door drifts open.
We step inside.
Gargoyles stand sentinel
on the staircase.
Their eyes follow our path
past the flickering candles.
An icy wind brushes our skin
with unseen fingers.
Shadows move and sway
in the dark hallway.
The front door locks behind us.
The house has spoken.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
What has happened to our paradise?
Now I could surely use some advice.
Our town is bombarded with creatures.
In the dark, we can’t see their features.
They come out in the dark of night,
Hiding their faces from the light.
The winds are picking up speed.
They devour our town with greed.
We must run and hide in the church
Before we are left in the lurch.
Someone save us before it’s too late
From creatures filled with evil and hate.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
Water swirling at my feet.
I walk alone this cold night.
I walk in heavy darkness.
Dense trees block the fading light.
I know where he’s hiding.
This creature of the night.
His cold arms will take me.
To dungeons without light.
PREY FOR THE DEAD 
Blackness beckons.
Fingers grab me.
Teeth rip at me.
Fish beside me.
THE DEAD below.
Laughter fills the void.
A cold hell for me.
I am lost.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
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
I walk with the living at day.
They do not hear I word I say.
They assume I’m alive like them,
But I’m stronger than any men.
I run through the trees,
Flying faster than bees.
At day, my true self hides away.
People believe I might be fey.
At night, I walk with others.
Closer to me than brothers.
“Who are you?” you might timidly ask.
Be careful, I’ll take you to the task.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
