UNTIL THE NIGHT

Take the road to the Oasis Hotel,

Lined with trees shedding their pink petals.

A bright and sunny road

Filled with wishes & dreams.

No worries or despairs

Until the night.

PREY FOR THE DEAD

TIMES HARD TO BEAR

A town where the snow is black,

bringing coldness & fear.

Old remnants of tears held back

& times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,

fear covers in disarray.

Anguished & frozen with pain,

dark petals fall in dismay.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

PAST THE POINT OF NO RETURN

Down the rabbit hole we go.
Far beneath the earth’s surface.
Where The Dead wait for their savior.
We fall farther.
Deeper.
Past the point of no return.

PREY FOR THE DEAD

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HIDDEN IN THE DARKNESS

Quebec holds secrets.

One of them is The Dead.

THE DEAD AT HEART

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HEAR THEM ROAR

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Tigers pace in their cages,

Waiting to be set free.

Animals fill the basement.

An awful sight to see.

Leashes jangle against bars.

Metal against metal rings loud.

As the gates slowly lift open,

Pointy teeth glisten without sound.

This cannot be happening.

This cannot be so.

No way are there tigers

in the basement below.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS The trees of the forest shiver and shake, their long limbs trembling for the next quake. Their bodies blaze a glaring white with tears frozen from their new plight. The world has become hard and cold. My trembling body feels...

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

The trees of the forest shiver and shake,

their long limbs trembling for the next quake.

Their bodies blaze a glaring white

with tears frozen from their new plight. 

The world has become hard and cold.

My trembling body feels old.

Surrounded on four sides by white, 

the bright glare has blinded my sight.

White is the color of my nightgown

as I stand and shiver with a frown.

A shadow emerges from the trees.

I hope it is not him, pretty please.

My body moves forward against my will.

I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.

I dig my feet into the packed snow,

but I must go where the wind might blow.