Candles climb the stairs as sentries of the night.
We’re invited to a party in a dark, deserted house.
No host to welcome us as the door opens to the candlelight.
THE DEAD GAME has begun.
SENTRIES OF THE NIGHT
devil worship
BLACK CAT OUIJA
Stay away from here.
Death I cannot bear.
I’m telling a horror tale
with each wag of my fine tail.
Tourists disappear
into the thin air.
One day they’re right here.
Next day they’re nowhere.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne LeistA BOOK OF EVIL
A book of evil.
A book of the devil.
Does it exist?
It exists in Oasis, Florida.
It’s revered and honored.
Its worshippers are many.
Its followers are fierce.
Few survive.
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LA SANTA MUERTE
LA SANTA MUERTE
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
RED EYES
Source:stone-pig
Who sits on my shelf
each night?
Who casts shadows
on my bedroom wall?
I move closer.
I must see what it is.
The head moves.
Its hood falls back.
A doll’s face appears.
A yellow glow
in the darkness.
Red eyes turn to me.
Burning a hot hole
right through me.
A BOOK OF EVIL
Source:little-dead-rotting-hood
A book of evil.
A book of the devil.
Worshippers of death.
Does it exist?
Does it have a cult of followers?
It does in Oasis, Florida.
It’s revered and honored.
Welcome to Oasis.
Enjoy your stay.
THE DEAD GAME
MY WORST NIGHTMARE
The Dead are coming to this place.
The moon trembles and bows its face.
Thunder strikes a chord in the distance.
No one can mount a strong resistance.
Lightning sizzles and dances in place.
Soon red and yellow strikes join the race.
I can see them returning in force.
Wolf is riding in on a black horse.
He leads his army to town.
He’s wearing a wicked frown.
I know he’s searching for me.
Quiet as a mouse I’ll be.
But soon he finds my hiding place.
Blaring trumpets pick up his pace.
Time has come to a sudden stop.
He stares at me from bottom to top.
He wants me for his frozen bride.
Too late for me to run or hide.
I stand up straight to meet him.
You could hear a dropping pin.
He takes me into his arms for a kiss.
But all I want to do is yell and hiss.
I don’t want to be one of The Dead.
I walk behind him with growing dread.
The battle lines have been drawn.
And I’m merely Wolf’s small pawn.
I pray Todd saves me instead
From a fate much worse than dead.
THE DEAD GAME continues…
FACE THE DEVIL
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I walk in the dark woods.
Soft cries fill my ears.
The same cries of my nightmares.
I know what waits for me in the forest.
Goosebumps riddle my chilled flesh.
The evil one calls to me.
My heart beats to his drum.
He wants me to join him.
He plays for keeps.
I will go now
and face the devil.
THE DEAD GAME
THE DEAD WALKING
A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.
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HE HAS COME FOR ME
HE HAS COME FOR ME
Do my eyes deceive me?
Can this be true?
A creature is stalking me
Through the dark streets.
Eyes black as night,
Cries as soft as the wind,
Sharp claws tapping a sad melody.
It draws closer to me still.
The mansion’s gates yawn open.
My feet leave tracks in the mud,
Handprints where I fall in my haste.
Salty tears splash on the rocks.
The mansion waits in its dark glory
For the innocent and weary.
It sheds its shell like a caterpillar,
But no butterfly does it become.
The creature gains ground,
A stalker in its feline prance.
Whiskers pointed to the wind,
Skulking closer to me.
One last stumble for me
As my knees graze the rocks.
My fingers climb the steps,
Digging deep into the dirt.
I turn one last time.
The dark one stands up,
Reaching its full height.
On two feet it stands tall.
Yellow eyes glisten in the dark,
No whiskers to follow my scent.
White skin for black fur,
Laughter falls from his lips.
He has come for me,
Walking on muscled legs.
Sure and strong is his gait
For no more does he crawl.
“Come to me!” he says.
“No more games for us to play.”
His hand reaches for mine
As I back away from his touch.
“I refuse to belong to you.”
My voice shakes in despair.
I will not follow him
To the land of beyond.
The house swallows me whole.
A maze of rooms for shelter,
I am hidden inside its walls.
Darkness shields me from harm.
THE DEAD GAME
SUSANNE LEIST 