PURPLE FURY
The sky flashes purple and pink
amidst flashes of blue and white.
Reflected on the silvery surface
in shades of aquamarine and amethyst.
We see only a glimpse of its fury.
A quick shot of hot anger.
Don’t look away
for all too soon it will be gone.
I look out the window
and what do I see?
A storm growing in force
and coming for me.
Death comes to town.
It has its own name.
The one that I know
is called The Dead Game.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
💙 The Burn by Jason Chong on 500px
The colors.
The force.
The salty air.
The warm breeze.
I can feel it.
I can smell it.
Be there with it.
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Waves hit the rocks
With frozen blocks.
They plow through the sand,
Sharp claws in their hand.
They ravage the shore,
Coming back for more.
A battle with no end.
A force we cannot bend.
ROCKS
I wade in the cold,
waves up to my waist.
Rocks loom before me,
victims of the raging sea.
Honed to perfection,
faces to the sky.
They stand in silence
as I join their line.
COLORS OF LIGHT
Bring me the blues and pinks,
Highlighted in rays of yellow.
Surrounded by reams of color,
Rainbows cascading my way.
Nature has its own beauty.
Its radiance comes from within.
Blossoming from a mere seed.
To give color and light to the world.
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CRASHING WAVES
Waves crashing to shore.
I want more and more.
The mist in my face
Keeps me in this place.
The tides dare to peak,
Lulling me to sleep.
This is my spot for now.
Waves, I refuse to bow.
I stand strong on the rocks,
Time passes on the clocks.
Deserted house I might be,
But I stand alone and free.
Brutal winds follow close on my heels,
Thunder and lightning joining the crusade.
Fluorescent lights paint the night sky,
Rings of orange, yellow, and red.
A vortex of horror in unending circles,
Making its way to the small town of Oasis,
Where I will be waiting with sword in hand,
Secure in the knowledge that Wolf won’t win.
The Watchers have joined the battle.
I can see them on the hill beyond.
Their raincoats flapping in the wind,
Concealing their hidden weapons.
We will protect Linda from the devil,
All standing strong in the fighting winds.
The Father clutches his bible of spells
To help cast the evil from our town.
Humans, vampires, and human vampires.
We have come together as one.
The last battle on this earthly planet
That will determine the fate of us all.
Linda holds on to her close friends,
Huddled together in the raging winds.
Will she choose wisely and correctly?
Will she choose me above The Dead?
The time has come for the showdown.
Time has slowed to a halt.
We raise our weapons above our heads,
Waiting for evil to make its final appearance.
Wolf seems to have been given a new body.
I still recognize his deadly soul.
A new package for an old one
Does not change the battle to be won.
Our games have just begun.
THE DEAD GAME
