The trees of the forest shake,
their limbs fearing the next quake.
Their thick trunks glisten in white,
with tears frozen from their plight.
Surrounded on four sides by white,
the bright glare has blinded my sight.
A shadow emerges from the trees.
I hope it is not him, pretty please.
My body moves forward against my will.
I grab a tree trunk and try to hold still.
I dig my feet into the packed snow,
but I must go where the wind will blow.
Let the leaves change colors & fall.
Shades of orange, yellow, & red.
Autumn, the best season of all.
Take care when your head hits the bed.
The Dead descend; our town will fall.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
Shadows fill my room.
I’m going to swoon.
It looks like a woman.
But not at all human.
The town is scary.
It’s getting hairy.
Florida isn’t all fun.
Not a walk in the hot sun.
THE DEAD GAME
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
Night comes slowly.
Footsteps fall softly.
Boats drift on the water.
A cat meows.
Footsteps hit closer.
Noise by the garbage can.
A splash in the water.
Footsteps echo louder.
An oar hits the water.
Chains rattle.
More steps.
I turn.
A flash of light.
Footsteps halt.
A boat sits in the dark water,
Filled with flowers
And my true love.
Darkness brings a pall to town.
I turn around with a frown.
Soft footsteps echo on the street,
I know whom I’m destined to meet.
I should have listened to my heart’s song,
Listened to reason and right from wrong.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
The house calls to you.
It sits deserted.
The last family disappeared
on a windy night.
You hold the invitation in your hand.
You’re tempted.
Should you open the door?
THE DEAD GAME
Each night a woman appears.
Her shadow floats across the dimly lit garden.
The wind whistles in her wake.
One night, she doesn’t appear.
What happened to her?
I still wait.
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.
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Silence reigns supreme.
The sun hides its face.
Palm trees shake their leaves.
Winds quicken their pace.
The hotel’s deserted.
Flapping sounds fill the air.
Dark shadows join the fray
beneath his icy stare.
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SUSANNE LEIST 