A perfect book for a summer day.
I will be reading it come what may.
Whether on the beach or in a boat,
I’ll be happy like a billy goat.
Vampires and demons, oh my!
It’s not a sweet lullaby.
Witches and darkness galore.
It surely won’t be a bore.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
I walk alone at night
when the moon is full height.
The sky black as tar,
but I won’t walk far.
I search for the shadow
on a road so narrow.
I want to see who he’s become;
The Dead leader, the evil one.
THE DEAD GAME
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Oasis offers paradise.
Palm trees swaying.
Bodies lying in the hot sun,
Baking to their hearts’ content.
Cool water to soothe their flesh.
The night brings trade winds,
Accompanied by dark shadows.
Visitors to the Florida town,
All ready to play their nightly games.
A game for one or two?
It’s all up to you.
THE DEAD GAME
A midnight so dark and blue.
It’s coming for me and you.
The tides are rising to a new height,
While fighting the shore with all its might.
The clear skies are dark blue.
The clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings us shadows and fears,
And people running away in tears.
Who is able to control the moon?
I’m afraid they’ll be here all too soon.
Dark shadows are descending on the shore.
They’re many but soon there will be much more.
I’ve heard about The Dead.
They fill my heart with dread.
It’s time to hide from death.
No time to take a breath.
THE DEAD GAME
Drab walk of life.
Day to day existence.
Dark shadows fading.
Grey becomes the norm.
One day becomes the next.
The waves are washing in.
But I can still see him.
He’s followed me here.
Must not let him get near.
He has returned from the dead.
I won’t let him in my bed.
He wants me for his queen.
With him I can’t be seen.
The tides are surely rising.
My mind is agonizing.
How will I manage to get away
Before the dawn of the new day?
THE DEAD GAME
Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925
The forest grows dark.
It has come alive.
Wooden arms reach for me.
Roots uncurl from the ground.
Trees shake and dance
to the moans of the wind.
Dark shadows follow me.
Moonlight teases me.
I’m trapped in hell,
where the sun doesn’t shine.
THE DEAD GAME
The moon shines bright on us all.
It has made the sun’s face fall.
It takes over the night from now on.
No more heat from its favorite sun.
Oasis will exist in the dark.
It’s scary in this deserted park.
I must get home before it’s too late.
Before my fate is sealed on this date.
THE DEAD GAME
Hotter than hell is their playground.
Beneath layers of rocks and dirt.
They wait for their day of salvation.
When they can ride in the storm.
They grow impatient for the invasion.
The end of life as we know it.
I can hear their cries blowing in the wind.
The whispers brought forth from below.
It’s time for us to gather ammunition.
Before our poor town is nothing at all.
THE DEAD GAME
An oasis where dreams come true,
Palm trees wave in the warm breezes.
Birds sing a happy tune of their own
Until the night exhales its cold breath.
Torrents of wind fly across the sand,
Covering all footsteps of the night before.
Dark shadows leave behind no evidence,
And tourists remain innocent no more.
THE DEAD GAME
