A doorway to hell and beyond.
And death, I don’t need to remind.
Twisted limbs beg your forgiveness
as they beckon for your presence.
The midnight dance has begun.
Come and join in on the fun.
THE DEAD GAME
On a dare,
I came here.
Into a deserted house, I go.
I can’t see if there’s friend or foe.
Windows too dirty to see through the casement.
I’m taking the creaky steps to the basement.
Three empty coffins are in the light.
My heart almost stopped beating from fright.
This is much too creepy for me.
I hope one isn’t meant for me.
Unfortunately, the door was locked.
My only way out has been blocked.
Shadows are moving toward me from the rear.
Their elongated faces show no fear.
I believe I have well-played my last game.
The evil winner could have all the fame.
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A light shines through the window.
What was dark is now light.
The spotlight hits its mark.
My dark form shivering on the bed.
Whispers fill the air.
Footsteps follow in their wake.
A door opens below.
Is it too late to run?
I must save myself from him.
He walks the night to find me.
His journey has come to an end.
And so has mine.
THE DEAD GAME
“Should we knock on the door?
Is the house deserted?
Where is the party?”
They knock.
They open the door
and enter.
This was their first mistake.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Wooden Door, Orvieto, Italy © Doug Hickok All Rights Reserved
The door beckons.
It opens.
Into the darkness.
Into the quiet.
We step inside.
It locks behind us.
The silence envelopes us.
It carries us to our destination.
To the dark chambers.
Beneath the house.
Where our fate awaits us.
THE DEAD GAME
A door stands before me,
Hiding its own secrets.
I will cross its threshold
With eyes wide open.
The door opens to flowers and sunshine.
Lounge chairs on the hot sand.
The sun shining on the ocean,
Revealing palettes of blues and greens.
A perfect paradise waits for me.
A bathing suit lies across a chair.
Time for a swim and a tan.
A beautiful escape.
WELCOME TO THE PARTY
Candles along the stairs,
Keepers of the dark night.
We’ve come for the party
With no one else in sight.
More candles down the hall,
Their eerie lights flicker.
Empty rooms greet us as
We begin to bicker.
The basement door stands open.
We argue and make a fuss.
We agree to take the stairs
As the door slams behind us.
THE DEAD GAME has begun.
OPEN THE DOOR
A door to fantasies.
To new worlds.
To new beginnings.
A life worth living.
A door to your imagination.
Where words flow like water.
Ideas ride the tides.
Stories to live by.
A door to your heart.
Love and happiness in store.
Clear blue skies for all.
Wishes set free to the wind.
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She peeks through the curtain.
Of this I am certain,
she knows nothing of fear
as I draw myself near.
A smile is on her face
as I quicken my pace.
The window grows dark
but she left her mark.
I know which room she does live in.
It must be tidy as a pin.
Her dark eyes have beseeched me.
I know she will complete me.
I just have to summon the courage
before my heart goes back to storage.
We belong together as one.
I won’t stop until I have won.
I raise my hand to the door.
My tears are ready to pour.
I won’t step away.
I’ve come to here stay.
A DOOR IN THE FOREST
The house is gone.
All that’s left is ash
And the door.
The door to the dungeons.
Where The Dead lived
And died.
I can see dark shadows
In the distance.
Are they coming for us?
I thought they were all gone.
What happened to The Dead?
Are they gone or still lingering?
The earth is rumbling.
The door is shaking.
We’d better leave.
Right Now!
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