What has happened to humankind?
Horror created by the collective evil mind.
They climb walls and cross a border
To enact terror against law and order.
Who attacks a music festival in farm fields,
While kidnaping babies as body shields?
The world can’t comprehend the bloodthirst
Nor explain the mind capable of this terror-thirst.
Our borders must be protected from the vicious horde,
Before the world succumbs to hatred across the board.
The party at End House turns deadly
when the guests become the treats
for the caged tigers.
Let the games begin!
THE DEAD GAME
The hallway awaits.
It beckons.
It calls.
Doors line either side.
Shrill cries fill the air.
Cold creeps into my bones.
Then silence descends.
I peek into the first room.
Empty wheelchairs face me.
Except for one.
It turns, rolls to me,
then stops.
I freeze.
The lights flash.
A table appears at the far wall.
A bright surgical light hangs above.
The men in white coats face me.
I open my mouth to scream.
I’m strapped to the table.
The men in white peer at me.
A drill whirls next to my ear.
I struggle against the thick straps.
The room goes black.
He’ll come on the full moon.
He will be with me soon.
Dare I leave the light behind
And join him on the dark side?
THE DEAD GAME
Candles climb the stairs as sentries of the night.
We’re invited to a party in a dark, deserted house.
No host to welcome us as the door opens to the candlelight.
THE DEAD GAME has begun.
I want to taste your sweet nectar
and lose myself in your fragrance.
Your blood will be mine
as I pluck you from the vine.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
Death walks the street
to its own crazy heartbeat.
Do we allow it to run free
and take victims at whim?
We won’t permit more to
succumb to its darkness.
We will fight the demons
to hell and back.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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.
THE DEAD GAME
There is no need for a pun,
but the hot Florida sun
can bring too much deadly fun.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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