I’ll read you a story.
It might be too gory
for you to understand,
but I’ll give you a hand.
A blight falls on a town
that will cause you to frown.
A place of evil creatures
with dark and creepy features.
Dark shadows walk the night,
giving tourists a fright.
Florida is a scary place.
I will quicken this poem’s pace.
There’s no reason to fear.
The end is now near.
THE DEAD GAME
Come & bask in the sun
on Florida’s shore.
The playground of The Dead
offers fun & more.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
The midnight hour strikes panic and fear
In innocent hearts that can no longer bear.
The horror soon to besiege us all.
Before night’s end, someone will fall.
THE DEAD GAME
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I’ll read you a story.
It might be too gory
For you to understand,
But I’ll give you a hand.
A blight falls on a town
that will cause you to frown.
Residents disappear.
I want to make this clear.
This isn’t a regular place.
Do not give me that morbid face.
A place of evil creatures
with dark and creepy features.
Dark shadows walk the night,
Giving tourists a fright.
Florida is a scary place.
I will quicken the poem’s pace.
No reason to fear.
The end is near.
THE DEAD GAME
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A day of fun for all.
Follow the bouncing ball
past the booths of games
to the house of mirrors.
Inside, you’ll find me,
a clown of your nightmares,
ready to take you on a tour
that will lead to endless horrors.
This isn’t a carnival
but a voyage into your nightmares.
Buckle your seat belts
and enjoy the ride.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES by Susanne Leist
The end has come.
No more romps in the sun.
Death will make its determined way
to those who continue to play.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES BY SUSANNE LEIST
The doors open.
The elevator waits.
Pick a floor.
Any floor.
It doesn’t matter which one.
It only descends.
Say goodbye.
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.
THE DEAD GAME
Step inside.
A mansion is waiting.
It might appear deserted,
rundown and unused.
The inside tells
a different story.
Walk on marble floors
through rooms of delight.
Rooms of different eras,
reflecting a dead man’s dreams.
A man with no life or future,
who waits for the end of time.
A house fit for a prince
or a prince of darkness.
THE DEAD GAME
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“You are the sun
I am the moon
You are the words
I am the tune
Play me”
PREY FOR THE DEAD
SUSANNE LEIST 