A GARDEN FOR THE DEAD

crying statue

 

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

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DEAD OR ALIVE

mask (1)

 

Who controls our tiny town?

I stand here in my ball gown,

gazing at the masked guests,

wondering who gives the tests.

The one who runs the evil game

and brought to our town deadly fame.

THE DEAD GAME

TAKE ME TO THE CHURCH

image

 
Take me to the church.
The town’s on fire.
Hell has lost its demons.

Take me to the church.
The sky has grown dark.
The Dead descend on the town.

Take me to the church.
I refuse to follow The Dead.
We must run for shelter.

Take me to the church.
It stands no more.
Gone in a puff of smoke.

 


THE DEAD GAME SERIES by Susanne Leist

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THE HALLWAY

Green Hallway

 

The hallway waits.

It beckons.

It calls to me.

I pass closed doors.

Cries fill the air.

Coldness descends.

Total silence falls.

I inch forward,

step by painstaking step.

I peek into a room.

Wheelchairs fill the darkness.

One chair turns.

The empty seat faces me.

The room ahead

glows green.

I hear voices.

I move closer.

Men in white coats

operate on a skeleton.

They flicker,

fade,

then become transparent.

Time for me to leave.

I’m strapped to the bed.

The men in white coats peer at me.

Too late.

RISING FROM THE DEEP

Source:

 

The night caters to our whims.

It follows our deadly sins.

Our darkest nightmares come alive.

We’ll do anything to survive.

Monsters stalk us in our sleep.

Creatures rising from the deep.

It creaks open the bedroom door.

I see it move across the floor.

My head turns to accept my doom.

I am one of them all too soon.

A HORROR TALE

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...

(Source: seriallier)

 

 

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

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