“You are the sun
I am the moon
You are the words
I am the tune
Play me”
PREY FOR THE DEAD
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CREATURE OF THE NIGHT
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by Oliver Liu
A creature of the night.
Who walks in the moonlight.
Searching for innocent ones.
Who will serve his purpose?
Don’t play his games.
Don’t be fooled.
By his beautiful shell.
For inside he’s empty.
Without a soul.
Without a heart.
THE DEAD GAME
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ALONE IN A CEMETERY
ALONE IN A CEMETERY
The wind whispers.
The trees sway.
Air hisses through the leaves.
Shadows lurk between gravestones.
With long robes, they sweep toward me.
A statue looms in the distance.
A winged angel turns her cold face
and faces me.
A wicked grin curves her mouth.
Her wings take flight.
And so do I.
THE EVIL ONE
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 the road so narrow.
I want to see who he’s become,
The Dead leader, the evil one.
PREY FOR THE DEAD by Susanne Leist
THE ENDLESS NIGHT
Walk with me through the moonlit forest.
Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,
held aloft by our love and passion.
Follow me through the endless night
to a land where no man walks,
and love has no bounds or shackles.
We will be free to display our passion,
without retribution from humanity.
Come with me, my ice princess.
Step away from the burning plains,
where the heat burns your soles,
And love is hampered by humanity.
He extends his hand,
his lips never uttering a sound,
but his meaning as clear as can be.
The other has followed us to the clearing.
His eyes burn red with passion.
Fire follows close on his footsteps.
He scorches a trail through the tall grass,
melting his enemy’s cold path.
They face each other.
Hot and cold from opposite poles,
dueling until the end of time,
Our games have just begun.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
ON A SHELF
Source:stone-pig
Who sits on my shelf,
watching me?
Who casts shadows
along my bedroom wall?
I move closer.
I must see who it is.
The head moves.
Its hood falls back.
A doll’s face appears.
Glowing red eyes turn.
They burn a hole through me.
My questions are answered.
TWISTING AND TURNING
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The world twists and turns.
It squeezes us dry like sponges
until we have no strength to fight.
I can’t keep my eyes open any longer
and watch the mad parade of colors.
Hurricanes, poverty, violence, shootings.
Red will soon hide the greens and blues.
Madness will descend and replace the stars.
The moon will hide its face from the night.
The sun will no longer send its rays of warmth.
Mankind will be alone to fend off the darkness.
Twisting, turning, squeezing
until nothing remains of mankind.
