A GARDEN FOR THE DEAD

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Frozen in place.

Dripping tears for centuries.

Memories of a lifetime.

Praying for salvation.

A frown for eternity.

Will her tears sprout

a garden for The Dead?

THE DEAD GAME Series by Susanne Leist

 

THE DEAD GAME 

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP 

PREY FOR THE DEAD: Book Two 

https://amzn.to/2F1IiI2 

A BUD

 

 

 

A bud so sweet,

Enticing treat.

It throws off heat,

Dance to its beat.

 

Its scent draws me near,

Still not feeling fear.

It soon becomes clear,

I shouldn’t be here.

 

The buzzing becomes loud,

Near my face big and round.

I quickly hit the ground,

Hoping I won’t be found.

 

The birds are chirping,

And I’m not hurting.

The sun is shining,

My bud is smiling.

AN UNDERCURRENT OF EVIL

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The guests twirl and dance

between frozen statues.

Sad expressions for eternity

on their icy faces.

Wet tears flow

on frosty cheeks.

Beneath the music and gaiety

lies an undercurrent of evil.

THE DEAD GAME

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Nook

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DUST IN THE WIND

 

I’m alone

Beneath a tree

In a garden.

No sounds

But birds chirping.

The smell of grass

in the warm air.

What is that sound?

The wind rustling the leaves.

Beautiful.

Relaxing.

Perfect.

The sun retreats.

 

Footsteps draw near.

Too dark to see who it is.

It can’t be.

I’m now dust in the wind.

BLUE SEA

A garden of delight for me,

In colors of the deep blue sea.

In my mind’s eye I can see

Myself falling into thee.

In the shade of the plum tree

I’ll wait until you’ll come to me.

We’ll fly away to be free

To the waves of the blue sea.

OPEN THE DOOR

flowersgardenlove:

A closed door.

It can open to many things.

It can lead to a garden of flowers.

It can also lead to unspeakable horrors.

What are you in the mood for?

Do you want pretty flowers, 

or do you want to explore the unknown?

The choice is yours.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

http://www.outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame

IT SITS ALONE IN THE GARDEN

 

How sad is this statue?

Tears dripping down its body.

It sits alone in the garden.

A heart frozen to its core.

 

Its eyes closed in sadness.

For a savior long and gone.

It sits alone in the garden.

Waiting for help from beyond.

 

Tears fall ever so slowly.

Freezing close to the ground.

It sits alone in the garden.

Its silent sighs in the wind.

 

It bows its head in prayer.

For a savior not found.

It sits alone in the garden.

No one else around.