The night is here.
Dark shadows appear.
The full moon spins on its axis.
Creatures settle for sleep.
The wise owl opens yellow eyes in defiance.
Who are the shadows that interfere
with the peace of the night?
Who dare to leave dead bodies
along their nightly path?
Hide ye beyond your closed
doors and shuttered windows.
For THE DEAD own the night.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
A puff of smoke.
A flicker of light.
Life is sweet.
It is memorable.
It can be fleeting.
Gone in a puff of smoke.
Don’t close your eyes.
Keep them wide open.
Dangers lurk everywhere.
Poof!
A life is gone.
Is it yours?
Only THE DEAD
have the power.
Only THE DEAD
hold the cure.
Only THE DEAD
know who’s next.
THE DEAD GAME
A cemetery so shy
the dead and gone pass it by.
The graves hide in shame
from its silly name.
No mausoleums to grace it,
or fine tombstones to enhance it.
Please stay away from here.
The dead don’t want you near.
Grim reaper stands over me,
where The Dead have come to be.
Blood won’t be my drink of choice,
not if I have any voice.
I will go down with a fight.
I refuse to take a bite.
No bloodthirsty demon down here.
No reason to have any fear.
THE DEAD GAME
(Source: una-lady-italiana)
Glass figures adorn the house.
Quiet as a sleeping mouse.
Do they wake with the sun
To have some bit of fun?
Were her eyes once brown?
Do they haunt the town?
I must leave this place.
I can see her face.
She will haunt my nights.
So will the dead sights.
THE DEAD GAME
Circe
I see him in my mind’s eye.
He is dead, and so am I.
He floats alone in the ocean.
We have taken the dark potion.
He drifts near
Without fear.
I long to touch his face,
Not of the human race.
My spirit glides free.
And soon so shall he.
Come here.
Let me tell you a story.
A sad story of loss.
Move closer.
Watch the letters.
A message from the dead.
Soon you will be one too.
The house sits alone.
Shutters hang broken.
Furniture upended.
Shattered pictures.
Shattered dreams.
Open the door.
Climb the battered staircase.
A house ravaged by a storm.
A savage storm that hit only this house.
I hear a creak on the stairs.
A sigh from within the walls.
A cry from the basement.
They’re back.
THE DEAD GAME
Give me your hands,
and I will speak to you
through the dead.
I will use their voices
and their memories.
Sit still and be quiet.
They will enter your bodies
and fill you with thoughts.
Thoughts of revenge
and plans for murder.
Enjoy the game.
The Dead love their games.
Walk through the gates.
A palace awaits.
Deserted it may be,
nothing is free.
The marble floors sparkle with light
through rooms of magic & delight.
Rooms furnished from the past
come alive as we walk past.
A dead man’s dreams of hope,
a man with no life or scope.
Only in darkness, he may survive.
Too bad he’s dead & not alive.
He waits for the end of time
in a house built on a rhyme.
THE DEAD GAME
SUSANNE LEIST 