PRAY FOR US

 

Like a cold witches’ brew.
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.
Warm winds turn cold
As all become prey.
The young and old. 
For them we must pray.
Hell hath no fury
Like a demon scorned.
There is no jury
For a small town mourned.
Who’ll save Oasis
From ‘The Dead’ demons?
Who will now face us,
More dead or demons?
Pray for us.
We are alone 
Come save us.
We must atone.
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THE DEAD TAKE NO PRISONERS

A light glows from the gazebo.

Chanting floats on the howling wind.

Lit candles form a circle inside.

A body dangles in their midst,

swaying in the increasing winds.

Dark figures circle the body.

Their hands raised in prayer.

The Dead Game has begun.

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HELL HAS ARRIVED

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Hell has arrived.

Burning in its chair.

Impatient for victims.

Restless to the bone.

Burning bright.

Glowing embers.

Filling the dark.

Red and yellow sparks.

Sizzling.

Hot.

 

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BURN BABY BURN

 

Burn baby burn.

Your blood runs hot.

Oozing down the stem.

Dripping to the ground.

Leaving mounds of red.

Where buds will spring up.

And take their rightful place.

In the world of The Dead.

 

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RED FLOWS

 

Red flows freely.

From the ocean.

Through the town.

Into windows.

Up the stairs.

Into your beds.

It sucks dry.

The innocent.

The sleeping.

It takes all.

For its own.

For its army.

An army from hell.

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RISING

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Creak.

Crunch.

The air moves.

Squeak.

Moan.

The trees shake.

I shouldn’t have come alone.

In the dark.

After the sun sets.

The moon rises.

And so do The Dead.

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TO HELL AND BACK

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    The night holds you so tight.

    You must not fear or fight.

    You belong to us now.

    I say this with a bow.

    You will follow us to hell.

    As we ring the nightly bell.

    Our servants you will be.

    You’ll never be set free.

    The town belongs to us.

    No reason for a fuss.

    The Dead are here to stay.

    Come with us and play.

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NIGHT

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    Tigers pace in their cages.

    Waiting to be set free.

    Roars fill the basement.

    Leashes jangle against bars.

    This cannot be happening.

    This cannot be so.

    No way are there tigers

    in the basement below.

     

     

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    A swarm of bats.

    Circling our heads.

    Nowhere to run.

    Nowhere to hide.

    A cave in a house.

    How can that be?

    In Oasis, Florida,

    Anything can be.

     

     

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    He comes in the night.

    Ready for the fight.

    He’ll slay us alive.

    No one will survive.

    His eyes burn blood red.

    Gleaming in his head.

    He leads The Dead right to me.

    I won’t go on bended knee.

    The creatures will be here.

    Their footsteps are too near.

    I bow my head to pray.

    Let us live one more day.

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HAVE A DRINK

 

Paradise awaits.

Enjoy a drink by the pool.

A swim in the ocean.

A walk on the beach.

Drink up and be merry.

 

Night is approaching.

And so are The Dead.

They walk the streets at night.

Drink from their victims.

And party until the morning light.

 

Is there no one to stop them?

What about The Watchers?

Vampire police who’ve lived for centuries.

They will fight The Dead.

Oasis will return from its darkness.

 

Long live Oasis, Florida.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist