Stay away from here.
Death I cannot bear.
I’m telling a horror tale
with each wag of my fine tail.
Oasis it is not.
More of a horror spot.
Tourists disappear
into the thin air.
One day they’re right here.
Next day they’re nowhere.
THE DEAD GAME
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 their 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
Welcome to the black saint of death.
Welcome with my last dying breath.
You grant desires and hopeless wishes.
In return, we must sleep with the fishes.
Sacrifices are your pride and joy.
Then you treat us like a broken toy.
You stand there with your scythe and crown.
And your dark face bears a big frown.
We haven’t seen you for many years.
Now you are back in our deepest fears.
THE DEAD GAME
Frozen in place.
Dripping tears for centuries.
Memories of a lifetime.
Praying for salvation.
A frown for eternity.
Will her tears sprout
a garden for The Dead?
THE DEAD GAME Series by Susanne Leist
THE DEAD GAME
PREY FOR THE DEAD: Book Two
I will feast on my prey.
It’s a pumpkin today.
Come tomorrow, I will search
for someone left in the lurch.
An old carcass for me
or a table set for tea.
Welcome to my castle.
Not to be a hassle.
But please knock on the door.
It will open once more.
Step inside, join the party.
Come and eat long and hearty.
Until midnight strikes doom on the head.
You’ll be gone except for The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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
