EYES GLOWING

He leers at me,
Eyes glowing bright red.
A sight to see.
I won’t see my bed.
He lifts me in his arms.
We fly into the dark night.
I won’t fall for his charms.
The Dead come alive at night.
🌹PREY FOR THE DEAD 🌹

A LITTLE MURDER

The mind can be a strange place. It can think up dark stories. With monsters and demons. A little murder and mayhem. Skulls and bones for decoration. Maybe your cup of tea is blood. Your coffee carries some poison. Let your mind roam the...

 

 

The mind can be a strange place.

It can create dark stories.

With monsters and demons.

A little murder and mayhem.

Skulls and bones for decoration.

Maybe your cup of tea is blood.

Your coffee carries poison.

Let your mind roam the darkness.

And maybe beyond.

HE’S HERE

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What if Wolf isn’t dead?

Will he return to Oasis, Florida?

Will he bring an army?

The ground shakes.

Waves rise.

Thunder echoes through town.

Lightning flashes hot.

Leaves fall from trees.

Birds flee for their lives.

He’s here.

PREY FOR THE DEAD 

WELCOME TO MY CASTLE

 

 

Welcome to my castle.

Not to be a hassle.

But please knock on the door.

It will open once more.

Step inside, join the party.

Come and eat long and hearty.

Until midnight strikes doom on the head.

You’ll be gone except for The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

HE’S RETURNED FOR ME

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🎭PREY FOR THE DEAD 🎭

 

Has he returned for me?

Is he a hybrid or a vampire?

Will I recognize him?

THE JOURNEY

 

 

The mist follows close at my heels,

Relentless in its pursuit.

Roots poke through the ground.

Tree limbs grab at me.

The fog clears.

The forest ends.

I’ve reached the clearing.

He waits for me.

A black stallion is his ride.

I grab his extended arm.

He lifts me behind him.

We ride like the wind.

I sigh and turn my head.

A scream is lodged in my throat.

His face isn’t of my loved one

but a mask of death.

We ride like the wind

to the ends of the earth.

Hell’s gates shut behind us.

No one is knocking on its doors.