LOST

 

Lost to a world of death.

Far beneath the earth.

Trapped for centuries.

Never seeing the light.

Night never turning into day.

A family lost to the dark.

Driven crazy by despair.

Locked in dark chambers.

For eternity.

Lost to the world of the damned.

Only one could save them.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

ALIVE

 

The house has come alive.

A thick darkness descending.

Snakes slithering in their cages.

Man-eating plants standing at attention.

Tree limbs grabbing my arms.

Roots wrapping around my legs.

The greenery moving closer.

The door drifting farther away.

Will we make it in time?

Before we’re trapped.

What’s next?

Quicksand?

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BURN BABY BURN

 

Burn baby burn.

Your blood runs hot.

Oozing down the stem.

Dripping to the ground.

Leaving mounds of red.

Where buds will spring up.

And take their rightful place.

In the world of The Dead.

 

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RED FLOWS

 

Red flows freely.

From the ocean.

Through the town.

Into windows.

Up the stairs.

Into your beds.

It sucks dry.

The innocent.

The sleeping.

It takes all.

For its own.

For its army.

An army from hell.

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RISING

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Creak.

Crunch.

The air moves.

Squeak.

Moan.

The trees shake.

I shouldn’t have come alone.

In the dark.

After the sun sets.

The moon rises.

And so do The Dead.

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EMPTY WALLS

 

A grand house had once stood here.

Many disappeared in fear.

A dark past had given it fame.

End House had been its given name.

 

Now all that is left are rocks and mud.

At night I swear I can hear a thud.

Reminiscent of bodies falling down

To the empty dungeons beneath the town.

 

I miss the beauty of this place.

This destruction I cannot face.

The Dead might groan & moan.

But we’ll rebuild our home.

 

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TIME KILLS

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    Time kills.

    The Dead play no favorites.

    We all become their victims.

    Prey for their games.

    Cages to entrap us.

    One door leading to 

    the next deadly door.

    Welcome.

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  2.  

    The candle flickers.

    The music plays softly.

    An empty room stands before us.

    The piano keys pound faster.

    The wind screams louder.

    The games are about to begin.

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    The house welcomes us.

    It plays music for us.

    The keys dance.

    The walls moan.

    Traps await.

    A long night ahead.

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BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3

 

BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3 

Down the stairs we go,
Down to the dark basement
of the deserted End House.
What happened here 5 years ago?

A freak storm is what happened.
The innocent family living here
disappeared into the raging waves
of the Atlantic Ocean.

Now we’re locked in the basement.
We’ve lived through the 
swinging traps and circular saws.
No way back but forward.

Three closed doors stand before us. 
The horrors behind the first two doors 
had almost killed us. 
Door number 3 is waiting.

We walk in.
Pitch black.
Yellow eyes peer at us 
through the bars of cages.

Soon the animals are free.

The game has begun. 


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STEAL THE NIGHT AWAY

 

CRYSTAL LIGHTS

A ceiling filled with sparkling lights,

a rainbow of color,

spreading fire through the ballroom.

Dancers swirl to the music.

Laughter filled to the brim.

Voices rise in tempo.

Faster and faster they twirl.

The night creeps in,

stealing the light,

stealing their lives.

Dance the night away.

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