BLOODY MARY

 

 

 

 

I can see you.

from inside the mirror.

I will come for you

when you least expect it.

Don’t let your guard down.

Don’t fall asleep.

For soon your life will be over.

You said the words,

“Bloody Mary.”

It’s now too late to take them back.

They are written in blood.

Your blood.

Bloody Mary is here to stay.

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A PERFECT PLACE

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A PERFECT PLACE TO BE

A more beautiful place cannot be.
It faces the waves of the dark sea.
White sand and quiet beaches galore.
You can’t ask for anything more.

Life is perfect as can be.
Come and frolic with me.
Tourists visit from far and wide.
Oasis is Florida’s pride.

Beware when The Dead descend.
We can no longer pretend
This is a perfect place to be
As The Dead rise up from the sea.

THE DEAD GAME

THE SEAS

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The sun hides its head

While the waves rage on.

The clouds turn away

While blood rushes on.

The moon shies away

While the tides bring death.

All hide faces in vain

While the seas bring the pain.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3

 

BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3 

Down the stairs we go,
Down to the dark basement
of the deserted End House.
What happened here 5 years ago?

A freak storm is what happened.
The innocent family living here
disappeared into the raging waves
of the Atlantic Ocean.

Now we’re locked in the basement.
We’ve lived through the 
swinging traps and circular saws.
No way back but forward.

Three closed doors stand before us. 
The horrors behind the first two doors 
had almost killed us. 
Door number 3 is waiting.

We walk in.
Pitch black.
Yellow eyes peer at us 
through the bars of cages.

Soon the animals are free.

The game has begun. 


THE DEAD GAME

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THE DEEP

 

THE DEEP

The water sparkles.

A bottomless pit.

Shadows of tree limbs

drift along its murky surface.

It snatches pieces of debris

on its journey down river.

Rocks, branches, leaves…

fall into its dark abyss.

Something is moving.

A hand.

Reaches for me.

An inky black hand.

What should I do?

Wait.

Two arms.

A dark figure

emerges from the water.

Too big to be human.

It’s facing me.

It doesn’t have eyes.

A dark shadow,

dripping inky slime.

It roars.

It walks toward me.

I want to run.

I want to hide.

But I can’t.

My feet are stuck to the ground.

More roaring sounds.

More creatures are rising.

Is this real?

Am I dreaming?

All becomes quiet.

No roaring.

What happened?

“What are you doing?”

I turn around.

I’m standing in front

of the TV screen.

My friends stare back at me.

I’m blocking a horror movie.

I feel embarrassed.

I feel myself being hit

by popcorn.

Another Saturday night.

A SAD SONG

 

I stare into the dark.

Your future will be stark.

My grimoire burns bright,

flames to a great height.

Death is coming your way.

I won’t be here to say,

“This won’t be a paradise for long,

soon you will be singing a sad song.”

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

 

IT FLICKERS

Michail Satarov, Towards the Light. 

 

 

The candlelight flickers.

Melting down.

Dripping hot wax.

A pathway of heat.

For The Dead lo follow.

As they reach up.

From hell below.

Rising stronger.

Hotter.

Deadlier.

THE DEAD GAME

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ICY FURY

A duel to end all duels.
A battle to the death.
The winds raise the waves
To heights of ecstasy.

They tease the shore
With their pounding fury. 
The sand reduced to dust
From their unrelenting force.

I’m torn in half,
Tempted by the ice storm,
Where cold flesh brings passion,
And games are the rule of the day.

 

Heat still flows through my veins, 
Drawing me back to the light,
Where human flesh brings love
And easement from the storm.

Wolf rises from the water,
His body melting in droplets.
He exists no more.
He has lost the battle.

How could have I not known?
How could I have forgotten?
The cold waits no more for me.
Emptiness fills the void inside.

I can still hear his voice,
Feel his presence in the wind.
His icy fury slices into the shore,
Calling for me to join him.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME