THE WINDOW

Alley dark
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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.

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A DOOR IN THE FOREST

A Door in the Forest

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!

THE DEAD GAME

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FOOTSTEPS

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“Institute Benjamenta” (1995)

 
Has he come for me?

I hear his footsteps.

The leaves stop rustling.

The wind stops blowing.

The silence is overpowering.

A stranglehold on my nerves.

Is he standing outside the door?

Waiting for me to open it.

I won’t.

I won’t let him in.

He wants me.

I refuse to become one of them.

THE DEAD GAME

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TRAPPED IN MY DARK THOUGHTS

I’m trapped in my own dark thoughts,
forever roaming beneath the twinkling stars.
I can see an open door in the distance,
offering possibilities beyond the here and now.
I want to escape from this dreary existence
to sample the tastes of the wide and...

 

I’m trapped in my own dark thoughts,

forever roaming beneath the twinkling stars.

I can see an open door in the distance,

offering possibilities beyond the here and now.

I want to escape from this dreary existence

to sample the tastes of the wide and far.

 

OPEN THE DOOR

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A closed door.

It can open to many things.

It can lead to a garden of flowers.

It can also lead to unspeakable horrors.

What are you in the mood for?

Do you want pretty flowers, 

or do you want to explore the unknown?

The choice is yours.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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FOOTSTEPS AT THE DOOR

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Has he come for me?

I hear his footsteps.

Walking up the steps.

The leaves stop rustling.

The wind stops blowing.

The silence is overpowering.

Is he standing outside the door,

Waiting for me to open it?

I won’t.

I won’t let him in.

He wants me.

I won’t become one of The Dead.

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WELCOME TO OUR CASTLE

 

 

Welcome to our castle.

Not to be a hassle

But please knock on the door.

It will open for you and more.

Step inside and join our party.

Everyone eat hearty

Until midnight strikes doom on the head.

All will be gone except for The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

A DOOR TO THE UNKNOWN

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A DOOR TO THE UNKNOWN

A door sits in Oasis, Florida.

It waits to be opened.

Step over its threshold.

You may step into a dream

of floating stars and planets;

Or into your worst nightmare

of demons and the undead.

Be careful where you step.

Be careful what you wish for.

THE DEAD GAME

DREAM ON

 

Step into my world

of vampires and witches.

Demons who walk alone

and creatures who think alike.

A door to the unknown

to take you far away.

A dimension not known to man

but only visited in our dreams.

Welcome to The Dead Game.

Your dreams will be soon be ours.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

ALL STORIES HAVE AN END

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All stories have an end.

This is mine.

I live behind this door.

No one visits.

As footsteps draw near,

I look out the peephole.

I never answer the bell.

I slink away into my dungeon

of lost hopes and dreams.

Neighbors stay away.

Family doesn’t care.

Would you?