They fly through the trees
Over the deadly mist
Landing in the forest
Where no man walks
And no light penetrates
this nightly playground
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
Nook
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj
I walk alone.
In dead silence.
The wind flees.
The moon hides.
I walk alone.
Death is my companion.
Fear is my weapon.
Hell is my home.
I walk alone.
How can this be real?
I don’t know what I feel.
He’s a demon to me,
who won’t set me free.
THE DEAD GAME
Glistening water so deep,
I see it in my half sleep.
Rays of white over it all,
Giving it a mighty pall.
What lives beyond the norm?
Something with a dark form.
It rises from the glowing wet.
It’s definitely not a pet.
With a body muscular and strong.
It could be Wolf but let me be wrong.
THE DEAD GAME
Mare (live in Kraków)
A spot of evil.
A dash of hell.
A flicker of candlelight.
A skull or two.
Are you prepared
To fight The Dead?
Don’t forget your spell book.
A mighty spell can take them down.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
Please don’t set.
Don’t remove your light.
Your warmth.
Your heat.
The nights are cold.
The shadows are long.
Don’t allow the moon its space.
It brings horror in its light.
Shadows in its path.
Please don’t leave me.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
Source:raised-from-the-grave
I walk quickly this night
from who lurks out of sight.
The wind gives a whistle and a sigh
as strands of my hair begin to fly.
The moon hides its face.
I pick up my pace.
Shadows surround me.
Footsteps behind me.
Hands around my neck.
Is that a love peck?
He is taking my blood.
I die in a red flood.
THE DEAD GAME
The sun rises over the red water,
red from the bloodshed that night.
Bodies wash up on the shore,
vestiges of the parties held that night.
Bloody footsteps mar the shoreline
left by The Dead walking at night.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
Is your heart beating?
Is it beating too fast?
Do you feel trapped?
That is because you are.
You’re standing in a pool of water
in the basement of the deserted house.
A party without a host or guests.
The door behind you locks.
The only way is forward.
Cages with sharp edges
descend from the ceiling.
Circular saws follow.
Run for your life!
The owner of End House takes no prisoners.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
THE PERFECT HUE
The road extends to the sea,
where creatures can roam free.
Blue tinges the sky and flowers,
an indigo of dark powers.
The town lies ahead,
where I’ll lay my head.
Dreams will take me away
to a place with no gray.
Only bright colors for my day
in this new place, I want to stay.
Fear not the witches in the night,
but enjoy each day as you might.
An Oasis waits now for you,
a rainbow in a perfect hue.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
