FROZEN FOR ETERNITY

Sad expressions for eternity

on frozen faces.

Actual tears mark

their frosty cheeks.

Beneath the music and gaiety

lies an undercurrent of evil.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

TIMES HARD TO BEAR

A town where the snow is black,

bringing coldness & fear.

Old remnants of tears held back

& times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,

fear covers in disarray.

Anguished & frozen with pain,

dark petals fall in dismay.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

FROZEN IN FEAR

Sad expressions for eternity on frozen faces.

Actual tears mark their frosty cheeks.

Beneath the music and gaiety, lies an undercurrent of evil.

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THE DEAD GAME

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DANCE WITH ME

 

frozen Dance

 

 

Dance with me until the moon hides its face,
and the sun attempts to quicken the pace.
From the sunlight vampires turn their face,
And dancers twirl to the light’s frenzied pace.

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THE MIGHTY WILL FALL

glaciers

Collapsing Giants. Greenland. [1080×108] Photo by Daniel Kordan

 

The mighty will fall

that had risen tall.

 

Melting to the sea

where no one can see

the majesty of your height

or the last breath of your fight.

 

Please do not leave us now.

Don’t take your final bow.

 

The earth is a sadder place

without your glowing, white face.

 

AN UNDERCURRENT OF EVIL

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Guests dance

between frozen statues.

Statues of ice.

Sad expressions for eternity.

Tears flow on frosty cheeks.

Beneath the music and gaiety

lies an undercurrent of evil.

Time to leave this cold paradise

and escape, if one can.

Escape this deadly game

of The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

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RED SUNSET

Cape Cod July 2013_-60 (by jackfrench)

 

 

Sunset brings shadows with the night.

Birds of prey take off in dark flight.

Hues of red fill the night air.

High-pitched howls sound too near. 

Residents hide behind locked doors.

Is that blood seeping through the floors?

The forest rumbles with song and laughter.

Night parties filled to every rafter.

Limousines line the path to the glass house

Glass statues watch them, quiet as a mouse.

Dancing halts at the strike of midnight,

Twirling figures freeze in the moonlight.

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ICE COLD

 

 

The landscape is cold and bleak.

I’m beginning to feel weak.

 

Ice is melting in my shoes.

I’m getting the winter blues.

 

I can’t find my way from here.

I had thought the town was near.

 

I’ve been walking for days.

I’m in some kind of daze.

 

There’s a break in the rocks ahead.

I hope they don’t leave me for dead.

 

My friends have to come back to me.

Rocks and trees are all I can see.

 

My friends are in the park playing ball.

I didn’t have to be afraid at all.