CREATURES FROM HELL

Take cover.

End House holds evil.

Within the walls.

Hidden in the dark basement.

Windows shatter.

Creatures attack.

No one is safe from The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

 

 

The birds sense evil.

They fly away.

Time for us to flee.

THE DEAD take no prisoners.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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BURNT ORANGE

Photo: Whelan Works

 

 

The sky burns orange.

Winds whip in a frenzy.

Waves rush in.

Birds flee the scene.

Palm trees bow their heads.

The sun retreats.

Say a prayer for us.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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A COMPLICATED NIGHT

Plumbers and Gasfitters Employees’ Union Building, Melbourne, Graeme Gunn, 1968-71.

 

A COMPLICATED NIGHT

The street lights refuse to glow on this dark night,

adding to my increasing shivers and fright.

I should not have agreed to come here

in darkness crippling me with fear.

 

Through the lit window, I spot a figure.

The shadow moves closer and grows bigger.

My hand lifts to grasp the railing,

then both my arms are flailing.

 

A bullet has grazed my left shoulder,

leaving the pain behind to smolder.

My right-hand reaches across to staunch the blood

as I turn to flee before my tears can flood.

 

I zigzag through the deserted streets of the town,

all the while praying that no others are around.

Life of a spy is not an easy one,

like a roller coaster without the fun.

 

Straight ahead stands another figure.

He signals for me not to linger.

My partner opens the passenger door for me.

I am on my way to get out of this scot-free.

NATURE HAS SPOKEN

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Lightning hits the spot.

Thunder rumbles by.

Clouds flee in horror.

The sky turns black in fear.

Our town is under attack.

Nature has its final say.

THE DEAD GAME

THEY’RE HERE TO STAY

Sentries

 

Look at the pretty sky.
Such beauty way up high.
Clouds drifting by so slowly
Like a shrine to what’s holy.

All of this will soon come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.

Dark shadows will descend onto the sand.
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem–all served with a frown.

Run for your life if you still can.
A danger for each and every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They didn’t come to play.

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THE WONDERFUL SEA

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From here I can see
the wonderful sea.
I step through the door.
I stand at the shore.
Sand at my bare feet.
The sun shining heat.
But...

 

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Looking through Partition Arch in Arches National Park

 

From here I can see

the wonderful sea.

I step through the door.

I stand at the shore.

Sand at my bare feet.

The sun shining heat.

But the sun soon leaves,

and the ocean heaves.

Sharp bits of hail hit my face.

People run like in a race.

They shout for me to move.

I pick up their quick groove.

“The Dead are here for us,”

one tall man shouts to us,

“Run to the Town Hall

or the town will fall.”

THE DEAD GAME

 

ATTACK OF NATURE

 

Lightning hits the spot.

Thunder rumbles by.

Clouds flee in horror.

Sky turns black in fear.

End House is under attack.

Nature has its final say.

 

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