Glass figures adorn the house.
Quiet as a sleeping mouse.
Do they wake with the sun
To have some bit of fun?
This one is on a bed
With a hat on her head.
Were her eyes once brown?
Do they haunt the town?
I must get of this place.
I can still see her sad face.
She will haunt my nights.
So will the dead sights.
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Crissolo | Piemonte | Italy
A gingerbread house so quaint.
Disguised with colorful paint.
An evil group lives here.
And our town is so near.
They are Watchers for The Dead.
I’m afraid to go to bed.
Come and take a quick look.
Or you can read my book.
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Lost in a field of daisies.
Falling between the stalks.
Covered by their leaves.
Pulled down by their roots.
Darkness buries me.
Dirt envelopes me.
Illusion becomes reality.
A nightmare becomes hell.
No way out for me.
Only the faces of daisies.
THE DEAD love their games.
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A WITCH’S BREW
Our paradise is lost,
Coldness seizes the day.
To the winds we are tossed,
For our sins we must pay.
Like a cold witch’s brew,
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.
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The clouds drift by.
The moon casts its glare.
Time moves in slow motion.
Florida weaves its spell.
The town is asleep.
There’s a rustle in the trees.
A cry in the night.
A hint of evil.
A whisper of things to come.
A body left on shore.
Will there be more?
Another night in Oasis, Florida.
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A perfect oasis on the shore.
You could not ask for anything more.
Sun and surf during the day,
But at night there’s hell to pay.
The waves welcome daily swimmers,
But at night there are no winners.
Afraid to venture out after dark,
Residents stay clear of the town park.
One night, a hanging party is had
By the dark creatures who are plain bad.
Our town is plagued by darkness and woe.
We don’t even know who is our foe.
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A house of ice.
Sounds too nice?
It might be.
It’s next to the sea.
Ice statues populate the place.
Just don’t look into their face.
Tales of horror fall from their lips.
Better run away from all this.
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I will read you a story.
It might be all too gory
For you to understand
But I’ll give you a hand.
A blight falls on a town.
It’s sure to make you frown.
Residents disappear.
I want to make this clear.
This isn’t a regular place.
Don’t give me that dark face.
It’s a place of evil creatures
And many more creepy features.
Dark shadows stalk the night,
Giving tourists a fright.
Florida can be a scary place.
I will soon pick up the poem’s pace.
The Dead want to kill you.
You’ll be their dinner too.
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Delightfully Creepy Gothic Mystery, 30 Mar. 2017 Keeping to the format for good gothic horror, Leist introduces a tantalizing romantic element. The haunted house had a personality all its own. Be certain to read the prologue to catch the house’s seductive side.
If you like good gothic horror this ranks right up there with Anne Rice and Radcliff.
The light grows too dim.
But I can see him.
He follows close behind.
But me he will not find.
I will hide in the tree.
He’ll think I’m out to sea.
The sun is setting.
Me, he’s not getting.
He’ll snatch another mortal.
Before he returns to his portal.
To his hole in the ground.
That’s where he will be found.
With his kind he will play
Until dawn the next day.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
