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
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
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 and you’ll come to me.
We’ll fly away to be free
To the waves of the dark sea.
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
PREY FOR THE DEAD: Book Two
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.
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
Kindle
Nook
Bluebells to ring in the summer
when life can be such a bummer.
Tiny lights to brighten the day.
I’m happy they are here to stay.
Sweet fragrance sent from the Almighty.
Soothing music to calm the mighty.
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.
ICE MINT by Jun-ichi Sekimoto | Vanity-Exposition
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.
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