THE CRIMSON REFLECTION
The sky’s crimson reflection
mars the ocean’s blue surface.
As the sun sets for the night,
it hides behind the darkening clouds.
The sky dips into its bag of tricks
to bring forth a yellowed moon.
As the sky becomes inky black,
the water flows blood red.
From the murky depths,
dark creatures rise this night.
Onto our crisp white shores, they walk,
leaving bloody footprints in the sand.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Rising from down under.
Below our calm waters.
Beneath our heavenly paradise.
They come to our shore.
Dark shadows on the soft breeze.
Leaving dead bodies on the sand.
Disappearing with the morning light.
Until night falls once more.
THE DEAD GAME
ONE LAST BREATH
Down in the blue vacuum,
I’ll depart from here soon.
As I float down,
you need not frown.
This is where I want to be.
I will be finally free.
I hold firm against the tide.
Small fish gather at my side.
I feel lightheaded and free
I am now one with the sea.
Anguish is my sole friend.
Tentacles wrap me close
with its wiry arms of despair.
The day holds no easement for my pain.
The sun shines too bright from its tall pedestal.
The night brings forth the proud moon
that rides the sky with its chariot of horses.
Its glow lights the hearts of the forgotten.
Its reflection soothes the troubled soul.
One more minute before I join the others.
The ones who search for the white reflection
in the cold depths below.