Step into my world.
Demons who walk the nights.
The doorway waits.
Step into the next dimension.
Where dreams become reality.
Horror replaces the mundane.
Welcome to The Dead Game.
Your dreams will belong to us.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
The door.
Open it.
Step inside.
You might find paradise,
or death might be waiting.
You’ll never know
unless you open the door.
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A gate in the woods,
Majestic between the trees.
A doorway asks to be crossed.
A force pulls me to the other side.
Cold air tingles on my bare skin.
Grass crunches beneath my feet.
Sounds are magnified.
New smells stream through my nostrils.
I feel alive.
I feel strong.
I feel empowered.
I walk to meet The Dead.
I sense their presence.
The night brings them.
I will face them.
They will rule no more.
THE DEAD GAME
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FIRES OF HELL
A hot sight to see.
Now part of the sea.
Gone the lush paradise
By a toss of the dice.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
A door to your heart
where love soars,
the sun shines overhead,
and lovers are set free.
A door to possibilities
where mysteries abound,
your blood may curdle,
and the sky turns dark.
Open the door.
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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
