Can I hide my fear
as the vampire draws near?
I feel his surprise
as I raise my eyes.
He hands me a red rose
as I rise on my toes.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
Can I hide my fear
as the vampire draws near?
I feel his surprise
as I raise my eyes.
He hands me a red rose
as I rise on my toes.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
A creature of the night,
who walks in the moonlight.
Don’t be fooled
by his beautiful shell.
For inside, he’s empty,
without a soul.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Dark passion rules the night.
DARK AS THE NIGHT
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I walk with the living at day, They do not hear a word I say. They believe I’m alive like them, But I’m stronger than any men. I run like the wind past the trees, Fly through the sky faster than bees. My true self is hidden away, I might be a little fey. At night I walk with others, They’re close to me like brothers. “Who am I?” you might ask. I might take you to task. Take care not to open that door, You’ll be in hell forevermore.
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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
Welcome to our world.
Our haven from light.
A world of darkness.
We’re hidden from sight.
Dance with us tonight.
Come with us and play.
Music soothes the soul.
Dawn won’t have its say.
Lift your demon souls.
Become one with us.
Spread your wings for flight.
Become one of us.
THE DEAD GAME
The evil lies within.
Each of us has the voice.
The voice enticing us to be bad.
It offers suggestions for revenge.
Immoral ways to succeed.
It never sleeps.
It appears in our nightmares.
Forever ready to lead us
down dark pathways.
Always on the hunt for
new followers.
We don’t have to feed it.
But let it starve.
My thoughts drift to him.
He fills me with longing.
Cold as the night air.
He returns for me.
I dare not go to him.
I must resist his lure.
Or my light will turn dark.
THE DEAD GAME
A killer lurks in each one of us,
hidden behind our human facade.
It waits for the right incentive,
the perfect reason,
to be released from its hold.
Time to release the demon
from its human cage.