DARE TO DREAM
I stare into the night.
I gaze at the unknown.
I dare to dream of flight
Before the time has flown.
When the night comes softly
On feet as light as air,
I can see more clearly
Of what I can dare.
Alone on this hilltop
With the freezing wind and cold,
I will race without stop
To places, I can be bold.
Darkness hides secrets and lies
Beneath its cloak of despair.
Secrets that severs all ties
Until the sun rises clear.
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
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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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.
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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
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.
THE DEAD GAME
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
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.
THE DEAD GAME
A beautiful fall day.
A pebbled path through the red.
Charcoal steps leading up.
Fantasies flow through my head.
The leaves lift off
Until the day turns dark.
I’m trapped inside
A red swirl in the park.
The rain trickles.
The wind cackles.
I flee for safety
On raised hackles.
The path is gone.
Night has come too soon.
The path is gone.
Lost in the full moon.
A PATH
A path through the trees.
Past moss and thick vines.
Bushes are shaking.
Animals are scurrying.
Leaves are falling.
Birds are fleeing.
I must get home.
The forest is dark at night.
Too dark to be safe.
I can’t move.
Vines are twirling around my feet.
I’m trapped.
The forest has taken me.
SUSANNE LEIST 