THE DEAD AND GONE

 

 

THE DEAD AND GONE

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.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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A MAGICAL NIGHT

 

 

A MAGICAL NIGHT

It is a magical night for a party.

Beautiful couples dance

between the glass statues.

Fancy gowns draped

on perfect bodies.

The party at the glasshouse is perfect.

Maybe a little too perfect.

THE DEAD GAME

 

ONLY THE DEAD KNOW

ONLY THE DEAD KNOW

We might look human,
but we’re not.

We might act human,
but we love to kill.

Our fearless leader
shows no mercy.

Who is he?

Will he show his face?

Only The Dead know.

The Dead Game

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YOU CAN’T FIND THE DOOR

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“Nobody seems to care

And you can’t find the door

Can’t find it anywhere

When there’s nothing to believe in

still, you’re coming back

You’re running back,

you’re coming back for more

So put me on a highway and show me a sign

And take it to the limit one more time”

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

WAIT FOR THE NIGHT

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Wait for the night

To darken the sky

In deep shades of red,

To purples fading to black.

Silence follows on gossamer wings

To quiet the uneasy heartbeats

Sleeping in quiet bedrooms,

To soothe the roaming beasts.

Wait for the night

To bring a dark veil on activities

In a network of black lace,

To unfurl the dark shadows.

Silence is here

And so is the night.

MY THOUGHTS DRIFT

 

 

My thoughts drift to him.

He fills me with longing,

Cold as the night air.

He roams free in the dark,

But yet he returns for me.

I dare not meet him

In the forest at midnight.

I must hold firm

And not venture into the woods

To rekindle his dark flame.

I must stand strong

Or my light will turn dark.

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