PARADISE

Shadows in the dark-2

 

There’s paradise in Oasis, Florida.
Sun-drenched beaches by day,
Moonlight beaches by night,
A paradise to be shared by all.
Come and enjoy the sleepy nights.
The cooling sea breezes that
Bring mysterious shadows.
Dark shadows that walk
The deserted streets of the town.
All is quiet.
All is dark.
Except for the footsteps.
“Who goes there?”
We ask behind our closed shutters.
No one answers.
Only footsteps.
Who will be alive come morning?


THE DEAD GAME

A PUFF OF SMOKE

A puff of smoke.
A flicker of light.
Life is sweet.
Life is memorable.
Life is short.
Life is fleeting.
Gone in a puff of smoke.
Don’t close your eyes.
Keep them wide open.
Dangers are lurking everywhere.
Poof!
A life is gone.
Is it yours?
Only THE...

 

A puff of smoke.

A flicker of light.

Life is sweet.

Life is memorable.

Life is short.

Life is fleeting.

Gone in a puff of smoke.

Don’t close your eyes.

Keep them wide open.

Dangers are lurking everywhere.

Poof!

A life is gone.

Is it yours?

Only THE DEAD

have the power.

Only THE DEAD

hold the cure.

Only THE DEAD

know who’s next.

THE DEAD GAME

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MIDNIGHT MADNESS

I am lost in the park.
Footsteps squish in the dark.
I fear the dark night.
The moon at its height.
I’m soaked to the bone.
I lost my cell phone.
He is coming near.
Footfalls I can hear.
I hide behind a willow tree.
You can’t imagine what I see.

 

 

I am lost in the park.

Footsteps squish in the dark.

I fear the dark night.

The moon at its height.

I’m soaked to the bone.

I lost my cell phone.

He is coming near.

Footfalls I can hear.

I hide behind a willow tree.

You can’t imagine what I see.

 

FOOTSTEPS

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“Institute Benjamenta” (1995)

 
Has he come for me?

I hear his footsteps.

The leaves stop rustling.

The wind stops blowing.

The silence is overpowering.

A stranglehold on my nerves.

Is he standing outside the door?

Waiting for me to open it.

I won’t.

I won’t let him in.

He wants me.

I refuse to become one of them.

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AN OASIS

 

An oasis where dreams come true,

Palm trees wave in the warm breezes.

Birds sing a happy tune of their own

Until the night exhales its cold breath.

Torrents of wind fly across the sand,

Covering all footsteps of the night before.

Dark shadows leave behind no evidence,

And tourists remain innocent no more.

 

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THE DEAD ARE COMING

 

THE DEAD ARE COMING

The dark woods keeps them hidden.

I know that I’m forbidden

From walking this way.

I must get away.

 

I hear them moving through the trees.

Let me get away from them please.

The footsteps are louder.

The moon is now rounder.

 

The end for me and the town is near.

A crystal ball I don’t need to peer.

I won’t bow on bended knee.

This will still not end well for me.

 

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THE FOUR MEN

 

I see the men.

They are walking.

Through the cold forest.

Moving closer to my house.

Snow swirls around them.

Their feet crunch on the ice.

There are four of them.

Why are they here?

Four men of the night.

The window mists from my breath.

It fogs my view of them.

I must run.

I must hide.

The four men.

 

PARADISE LOST

 

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

 

COLD

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The snow melts,

leaving trails to the lake.

A cold wind brushes by,

leaving me goosebumps.

Ice hangs from the trees,

leaving clear spider webs.

Snow covers the grass,

leaving footsteps behind.

I depart this cold scene,

leaving my own behind.