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
FROZEN FOR ETERNITY
frozen
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.
THE DEAD GAME
DANCE WITH ME
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.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
by Susanne Leist
THE MIGHTY WILL FALL
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.
FOOTSTEPS IN THE SNOW
The brisk nip in the air,
as we trudge in the snow.
We feel an icy wind on our faces
as it pummels our bodies.
Someone else has done it.
We follow the footsteps,
a frozen trail in the snow.
AN UNDERCURRENT OF EVIL
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
Kindle
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Kobo
TURNED TO STONE
I have turned to stone.
I’m chilled to the bone.
The coldness is spreading.
Where can this be heading?
Please help me.
You can see.
I can’t even bend.
Life is at its end.
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.Â
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.
THE DEAD GAME
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.
SUSANNE LEIST 