Icy waves ravage the shore
before returning for more.
Soaring birds ride the mighty towers,
refusing to yield to their powers.
Dolphins coast in the swells,
ignoring the death bells.
Tides hit the rocks
with frozen blocks.
They plow through the sand
with sharp claws in hand.
Momentum without end;
A force we cannot bend.
I reach for it.
I clench my fist.
But I can’t grasp it.
It flows through my fingers,
continuing its journey.
Nothing can stop it.
Nothing can hold it.
I drop my hand,
and bow my head to it.
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THE WAVES
Lined up like sentries.
Shoulder to shoulder.
Eying the shore.
Storm at their backs.
Wind at their sides.
Sun setting above.
Sea ripples below.
Sky darkens.
Clouds rush in.
Birds flee.
Skies open up.
Water rains down.
Quiet reigns supreme.
They quicken their tempo.
Winds pick up their speed.
They hit the sand with force.
A line of soldiers.
Shoulder to shoulder.
As one.
Hit me.
Strike me.
I will carry on.
Soak me.
Shake me.
I will carry on.
Sink me.
Drown me.
I’ll still be here.
HIDDEN
I walk with the living at day,
They do not hear a word I say.
They believe I’m alive like them,
But I’m stronger than any men.
I run like the wind past the trees,
Fly through the sky faster than bees.
My true self is hidden away,
I might be a little fey.
At night I walk with others,
They’re close to me like brothers.
Whom am I? you might ask.
I might take you to task.
Take care not to open that door,
You’ll be in hell forever more,
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The green waves grow in force.
Digging in to the shore.
Wolf rides in on a horse.
Leaving me wanting more.
I open my eyes.
I’m in my own bed.
I can hear soft sighs.
From inside my head.
‘Only a dream,’ I say.
Wolf will make us all pay.
He’ll come for me today.
On this dark and cold day.
THE DEAD GAME
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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.
End House looms in the foggy distance.
It was taken without resistance.
It belongs to The Dead.
They have made their own bed.
I fear the Oasis nights.
Terror taken to new heights.
They return to town with force,
Wolf leading on a black horse.
THE DEAD GAME
Heat still flows through my veins,
Drawing me back to the light,
Where human flesh brings love
And easement from the storm.
Wolf rises from the water,
His body melting in droplets.
He exists no more.
He has lost the battle.
How could have I not known?
How could I have forgotten?
The cold waits no more for me.
Emptiness fills the void inside.
I can still hear his voice,
Feel his presence in the wind.
His icy fury slices into the shore,
Calling for me to join him.
Our games have just begun.
THE DEAD GAME
SUSANNE LEIST 