Floating in the dark of night
After the birds take flight.
Out in the sea, I drift alone,
Where no one else dares to roam.
Tears fall upon my face
As they step up their pace.
Flooded with grief and despair.
I free my braid and cut chunks of hair.
I don’t need to be a beauty anymore.
He’s walked out of the proverbial door.
I am free to drift with the night or
Visit the depths of the ocean floor.
No one searches for me.
I take a step, I’m free.
Night turns into day,
Day turns into night.
I feel myself sway,
As I hold onto the light.
The night numbs me,
Frighteningly cold.
The days rush by
As I grow old.
I prefer the day
When the sun shines.
The night can be fey,
Dark streaking the pines.
Night turns into day.
Day turns into night.
Days become gray,
I have no more
strength to fight.
Welcome the night
And its good friend, the moon.
Do not take flight
From the man in the moon.
Let the moon take over
From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover
Without severe pain.
A thick blanket will fall,
Giving the earth security.
Darkness will cover all
With its fine grace and purity.
For the sun, no need to pine.
Don’t waste precious time mourning.
The stars will twinkle and shine.
The sun will rise come morning.
The hallway awaits.
It beckons.
It calls.
Doors line either side.
Shrill cries fill the air.
Cold creeps into my bones.
Then silence descends.
I peek into the first room.
Empty wheelchairs face me.
Except for one.
It turns, rolls to me,
then stops.
I freeze.
The lights flash.
A table appears at the far wall.
A bright surgical light hangs above.
The men in white coats face me.
I open my mouth to scream.
I’m strapped to the table.
The men in white peer at me.
A drill whirls next to my ear.
I struggle against the thick straps.
The room goes black.
Welcome the night
And its friend, the moon.
Don’t take flight
From the man in the moon.
Let the moon take over
From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover
Without hesitation or pain.
A thick blanket will fall,
Covering the earth with security.
Darkness will cover all
With its grace and purity.
The stars will twinkle and shine.
For the sun, do not pine.
It will return tomorrow morning
With no need for any worrying.
Walk with me through the moonlit forest.
Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,
Never touching the ground,
Held aloft by our love and passion.
Follow me through the endless night
To a land where no man walks.
Only creatures as dark as the sky
Dare to venture forth alone.
Love has no bounds or shackles.
We will be free to display our passion,
Without retribution from humanity,
As long as you remain mine.
Come with me, my ice princess.
Step award from the burning plains,
Where the heat burns your soles,
And love is hampered by the living.
Wolf extends his hand to me.
The words flow from him,
His lips never uttering a sound,
But his meaning is as clear as can be.
We can be together forevermore.
But the other has followed us to the clearing.
He will try to take me back,
And never release his hold.
His eyes burn red with passion.
Fire follows his footsteps,
Scorching a trail through the grass,
Melting his enemy’s cold trail.
They face each other.
Hot and cold from opposite poles,
Dueling until the end of time,
Both fighting for me.
Our games have just begun.
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.
Of course, they do.
Who else keeps you awake at night?
Who haunts your nightmares?
Your mother-in-law?
No.
It’s The Dead.
They walk the streets of Oasis.
They take their victims with stealth and finesse.
Find them in THE DEAD GAME SERIES.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness & fear.
Old remnants of tears held back
& times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished & frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
SUSANNE LEIST 