areyou-stillawake
Demonic (2015)
Light the dark path.
Through the dense woods.
To the house on 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.
THE DEAD GAME
❈ Grim Aesthetics ❈
SHADOWS IN THE WOODS
The full moon casts its harsh light,
Spotlights to the left and right.
Shadows drift in the trees.
Some even on their knees.
On the shallow lake,
they cast their cold gaze.
Reflections of bones
Flicker in the haze.
While the small town sleeps,
They walk the dark streets.
They ready for their fight.
Their march a deadly sight.
Soft snores won’t deter them.
Children’s cries won’t halt them.
From the woods, they have come.
They will return as one.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
BLOOD MOON
The moon is a foreshadow
of things to come,
frightening things,
unhappy things.
Its red glow creeps through trees
to the remote town,
where all are asleep,
feeling safe in their beds.
Creep, Creep, Creep,
the red mist spreads,
down the streets
and into the homes.
The fog solidifies,
forming dark shadows.
Shadows of the night
that have come to play.
THE DEAD GAME
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The Dogfather 🌹
I’m a man.
No a wolf.
I have feelings.
I roam the night.
I hunger for her.
I walk on all four.
I need her love.
I yearn for freedom.
I am man.
I will win her love.
Tonight.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
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KILL MEkilledtheinnocentpeople:
Untitled by Joe Kennett.
KILL ME
A walk through the woods
on a sunny afternoon.
The sun soon retreats
to be replaced by dark shadows.
Sighs fill the silence.
The tall trees lift their roots.
Trunks become faces,
branches reaching arms.
Shivering leaves fall in fear.
The giants move forward.
Just kill me now.
THE DEAD GAME
Soaring.
Towering.
Blocking the light.
Creatures of might.
Lovers of night.
Holding hands.
Brushing shoulders.
Brothers until the end.
The house had disappeared before my eyes.
But yet, one section had remained standing,
Before becoming transparent,
And then poof,
It was gone for good.
I’m on a mission to see if the house is truly gone.
No one else happened to notice the shadowy section
That had hovered and wavered until it dissolved.
But I know it’s still there.
I need to know.
The forest is quiet.
I don’t hear birds chirping.
I’m alone but I can feel eyes watching me.
I should’ve parked closer to the house.
I don’t remember the path snaking around the trees.
Here’s the black fence with its spikes pointing upward.
Not a comfortable place for birds.
How convenient, the gate is wide open.
All I have to do is walk through the trees.
No gloomy house should be waiting for me.
There is something up ahead.
A large shadow in the mist.
It must be the pool.
It can’t be.
The house can’t be back.
I can see through it to the trees beyond.
The sky is growing darker by the minute.
The shadowy house is beginning to fade away.
It’s dissolving into the ground,
Like it had done on that other fateful night.
All that remains is a deep hole.
Why did I come alone?
I don’t want to check out the hole.
I don’t want to be here.
I’m leaving.
Where did these heavy gusts of wind come from?
It was such a nice and balmy evening.
Now the winds are blowing their heads off.
The trees are thrashing their branches at me.
They won’t let me leave.
I’m being bounced from one tree to the next,
Like a football being tossed around.
“Stop it! Let me go!”
They don’t listen to my cries.
I believe they are laughing at me.
“Here’s that!” I jab my foot into a thick root.
The tree stretches out its branch to swipe at me.
“No please! Save me!”
Too late.
I’m falling down the dark hole.
I can’t grab hold of anything firm.
The sides are too slippery.
Rocks and dirt are falling on me.
I can’t stop myself from sliding down.
This was such a bad idea.
I’m falling too fast.
No light is coming from above.
It’s just me and the darkness, my old friend.
The darkness can’t save me now.
Nothing can save me now.
I feel dizzy.
I’m being twirled in circles by the wind.
Round and round I go.
Where I’ll stop, nobody knows.
The silly things that enter your head at the end.
I’ve hit rock bottom.
I’m sore.
My bottom hurts.
And I don’t know
Where the hell I am.
THE DEAD GAME CONTINUES
PRELUDE TO BOOK II
A forest of our dreams.
In our nightmares.
Growing.
Hiding.
Green.
Deadly.
Evil.
I’m going in.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
The mist follows me
through the dark forest.
It leaves cold fingerprints
on my shivering body.
The moon hides its face
from the evil below.
Stars lose their sparkle
as The Dead walk the night.
I must reach the town
before I become one of them.
Walkers of the night.
Demons of the first order.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
