TWO-FACED WONDER
Beautiful rose.
Soft and velvety.
Protected by sharp thorns.
Bright in the sunshine.
Dark in the moonlight.
A two-faced wonder.
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EVIL TWIN
Nomad
The light beckons to me,
Calls from deep in the sea.
I’m tempted you can see.
I do want to be free.
I step inside,
Nowhere to hide.
The walls move in.
It’s dark as sin.
A door opens right before me
To a sky as clear as can be.
People walk the streets.
Music throbs and beats.
It’s a town that resembles mine
With picturesque streets looking fine.
My friend stops to wave and walks to me.
I turn my gaze to the sand and sea.
How can this be?
This town can’t be.
A copy of my town.
I cannot help but frown.
As friends join the first,
My mind threatens to burst.
I can’t handle another dream.
It’s not as nice as it may seem.
My town has deadly powers buried inside
And now has an evil twin to join its side.
I cannot handle this anymore.
I had more than enough blood and gore.
The story continues in book two.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
OPEN THE DOOR
Open the door to fantasies,
to new worlds,
to new beginnings,
and a life worth living.
A door to your imagination
where words flow like water,
ideas ride the tides,
and stories take flight.
A door to your heart
where love soars,
the sun shines overhead,
and lovers are set free.
A door to possibilities
where mysteries abound,
your blood may curdle,
and the sky turns dark.
Open the door.
THE DEAD GAME
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WHAT’S FOR DESSERT?
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The Dead reign supreme.
They hold life in their hands.
Blood in their teeth.
Bones in their hands.
Humans for dessert.
Cats for practice.
Meow!
THE DEAD GAME
TOO MUCH HORROR FOR ME
This what happens to me
when I watch too many
horror movies.
CREEPY SCARY
Creepy, creepy, scary.
This can become hairy.
The house is haunted and dark.
I came on a simple lark.
But now that I’m here,
I’m frozen with fear.
A party is to be held for us all,
But to evil creatures, we might just fall.
Down to the basement we go,
This is silly even I know.
Saws are swinging up ahead,
Looking to chop off a head.
Traps are falling from the low ceiling.
My wet feet are losing all feeling.
We are standing in a pool.
And I feel like a big fool.
We should have gone when we had a chance.
The creatures will make us sing and dance.
The Dead have a morbid sense of humor;
Should have listened to every rumor.
Goodbye to one and all.
I see the bouncing ball.
THE DEAD GAME
BENEATH THE CYPRESS TREE
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Evil waits for you and me
beneath the tall cypress tree.
It comes in the dark of night,
won’t leave without a good fright.
The mausoleum is dark.
We only came on a lark.
Time for us to run and go.
The wind says, “I don’t think so.”
THE DEAD GAME
A HOUSE OF SURPRISES
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On a dare,
I came here.
Into a deserted house, I go.
I can’t see if there’s friend or foe.
Windows too dirty to see through the casement.
I’m taking the creaky steps to the basement.
Three empty coffins are in the light.
My heart almost stopped beating from fright.
This is much too creepy for me.
I hope one isn’t meant for me.
Unfortunately, the door was locked.
My only way out has been blocked.
Shadows are moving toward me from the rear.
Their elongated faces show no fear.
I believe I have well-played my last game.
The evil winner could have all the fame.
THE DEAD GAME
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I CRY ALONE IN THE NIGHT
I cry alone in the dark of night.
The sun refuses to share the light.
Lit by a fire from within.
Moonlight hits me like a sharp pin.
I grow paler by the day.
In this world, I cannot stay.
Without light, I will die.
My white petals will fly.
I’m left to be a thin stick
As I grow tired and sick.
TWILIGHT
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The setting sun brings an end to
a day of rainbows and soft wishes.
The moon waits
in the wings for its turn.
The twinkling stars hover nearby,
ready to follow its leader into the darkness.
The sky lowers its head in acceptance of the daily switch,
torn between the two heavenly delights.
