Let’s travel through the forest so green.
A creature-filled oasis but don’t scream.
The roots tangle around our feet.
Walking becomes a scary feat.
Neon leaves hit our faces.
A hit every few paces.
I’m sinking deep into the forest floor.
Quicksand my enemy forever more.
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Light the path
through the woods
to the house at the edge
where many have gone.
Follow the puffs of smoke
through the rocks and brush
to the end of the trail
where many have gone.
Climb the broken steps
into the dark hallway
to the dark basement
where many have gone.
Descend the narrow staircase
to the deep water
and hanging traps
where many have gone.
Face the row of doors
on the opposite wall
past the circular saws
where many have gone.
Open the wrong door
to the caged tigers
whose cages lift open
where others have disappeared.
THE DEAD GAME
The forest torments me to no end.
I don’t want this to be a dead end.
Hot breath breathes close to my ear
as I make my way from here.
The woods are known to be haunted.
With dark whispers, I’ve been taunted.
I’ve passed this tree before.
I can’t run anymore.
The shadows are closing in.
The forest is dark as sin.
I must say goodbye to one and all.
It’s time to follow the bouncing ball.
The script has been written.
My neck has been bitten.
I bid you adieu.
A vampire, to you.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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
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Into the woods, I flee,
yearning to be set free.
I don’t know which way to go.
I turn around, to and fro.
A light glimmers between the trees.
I peek between the hanging leaves.
I see no one on the lit path.
I can do the simple math.
It’s them against me.
I’ll never be free.
THE DEAD GAME
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Shades of red fall from the sky,
They hit the ground in puddles of crimson.
Red falls from the darkening sky.
It covers the grass with its bright hue.
My face burns hot from its touch
as blood pumps faster through my heart.
The creatures track my desperate retreat
through the deserted woods.
I will be one with them all too soon.
The wind whispers, ” Hello,”
to whom I don’t know.
I quicken my pace
to get out of this place.
Under the trees, I run
to a place in the sun.
I was at the beach,
within close reach.
But now I race in fear
that I’ll be found here.
“Take me out of here,”
I run fast in fear.
