A HOUSE OF SURPRISES

 

A HOUSE OF SURPRISES

On a dare,

I came here.

Into a deserted house, I go.

I can’t see if there’s friend or foe.

Windows too dirty to see through the casement.

I’m taking the creaky steps to the basement.

Three empty coffins are in the light. 

My heart almost stopped beating from fright.

This is much too creepy for me.

I hope one isn’t meant for me.

Unfortunately, the door was locked.

My only way out has been blocked.

Shadows are moving toward me from the rear.

Their elongated faces show no fear.

I believe I have well-played my last game.

The evil winner could have all the fame.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE WEEPING WOMAN

 

The lights turn on in the room so dark.

We came here for a dare and a lark.

The rooms are deserted and cold.

Ghosts would be present we were told.

All we see are dust and deserted rooms.

No one has lived here in so many moons.

The quiet is unnerving and thick.

Time for us to leave this scene real quick.

Something doesn’t feel right.

We must turn and take flight.

Before the noise from above

Thinks we are her lost love.

The weeping woman is coming near.

She dances and chuckles at our fear.

The doors and windows are locking.

Our escape the ghost is blocking.

DARE TO DREAM

DARE TO DREAM

When night comes softly
On feet as light as air,
I can see clearly
Of what I shouldn’t dare.

Alone on this hilltop
With the embracing cold,
Boundaries cannot stop
Me from being so bold.

I want to look at the night,
Gaze out into the unknown,
Dare to dream of my flight,
And dream of where I have flown.

Secrets hidden in darkness,
Beneath a cloak of despair.
Shadows roaming in blackness.
A striking and deadly pair.

At night I can roam free
And sail forth on gossamer wings.
Be all that I can be
No matter what the dark night brings.

 

BLOOD RED PETALS

 

A path of red drips down the wall.

A path created for me to find.

By one who returns for me,

Who returns from The Dead.

He had held me in his arms

And I’d nearly lost control.

Kisses had rained across my face

and mouth with mounting passion.

I’d been lost to this world,

Ready to depart for the next.

I’d been saved by flesh and blood

In the form of a beautiful man.

But now the one is back for me

After so many years.

He leaves trails of petals

For me to follow.

Blood red petals.

As red as his eyes.

Do I dare?

How could I not?

THE DEAD GAME

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HER LOST LOVE

 

 

The lights turn on in the room so dark.

We came here for a dare and a lark.

The rooms are deserted and cold.

Ghosts would be present we were told.

All we see are dust and deserted rooms.

No one has lived here in so many moons.

The quiet is unnerving and thick.

Time for us to leave this scene real quick.

Something doesn’t feel right.

We must turn and take flight.

Before the noise from above

Thinks we are her lost love.

The weeping woman is coming near.

She dances and chuckles at our fear.

The doors and windows are locking.

Our escape the ghost is blocking.

OPEN THE DOOR IF YOU DARE!

Open the door.<br /> The suspense of the unknown<br /> is running through your veins.<br /> You are eager to see what’s<br /> on the other side.<br /> But this door continues on and on.<br /> One door leads to another and another.<br /> When will this torment end?<br /> When will you find what’s hidden from you?<br /> The door at End House will keep you guessing.<br /> The Dead don’t want you to find answers so easily.<br /> They love their games.<br /> Come and play.<br /> THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST<br /> http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist<br /> http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

Open the door.

If you dare.

The suspense of the unknown

is running through your veins.

You are eager to see what’s

on the other side.

One door leads to the next.

When will this torment end?

When will you find what’s hidden from you?

Room after revolving room.

The Dead don’t want you to find answers.

They love their games.

Come and play.

THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST

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DARE TO DREAM

I want to look at the night,
Gaze out into the unknown.
Dare to dream of flight,
A dream of conquering it all.

When night comes softly
On feet as light as air,
I can see more clearly
Of what I can dare.

Alone on this hilltop
With the embracing cold,
I will leap past boundaries
That I have created of my own.

Darkness hides all secrets
Beneath its cloak of despair.
Secrets that lie safe and secure
Until the morning light.

At night I can roam free
Without the hindrance of others.
I can leap over castle walls,
Sail forth on gossamer wings.

Looking down at all below me,
Sleeping in their beds of down,
I can see how I am different
And can never fit into the mold.

GOING IN CIRCLES

niadil:

GOING IN CIRCLES

Caught in a vicious cycle.
No control over your own life.
Day in and day out.
Round and round you go.
Does it ever stop?
Can you get off?
Yes, you can.
If you step outside the circle.
And dare to be different.

 
 

FOOTSTEPS

Do we dare?

Dare to walk in the snow.

Climb the rocks.

Slide down the slopes.

Feel the cold on our faces.

The wind hitting our bodies.

The brisk nip in the air.

Should we?

Someone else has done it,

while we’ve been procrastinating.

Do it now.