THE CRIMSON REFLECTION

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The sky dips into its bag of tricks

to bring forth a full moon,

as its crimson reflection

mars the ocean’s smooth surface.

From the water’s murky depths,

dark creatures rise this night.

Onto our crisp white shores, they walk,

leaving bloody footprints in the sand,

painting our town crimson,

beneath the blood-red moon.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

BLOOD RUNS SMOOTH

 

 

Blood runs smooth

With inky determination.

Filling the ocean

With its crimson red.

It comes in with the tides

To our sandy shore.

Walking the streets of town

With the rise of the moon.

Leaving dead bodies behind

In the wake of its journey.

To come back the next night

To sprinkle blood once more.

THE DEAD GAME

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