Source: fall-spirit
Let the leaves fall where they may
upon tombstones built to stay.
On these stones, the residents pound
as fall colors litter the ground.
No one is free to leave.
To this earth, they must cleave.
LET THE LEAVES FALL
graves
THE MOON RISES
Source:r-e-drum
Creak.
Crunch.
The air moves.
Squeak.
Moan.
The trees shake.
I shouldn’t have come alone.
In the dark.
After the sun sets.
The moon rises.
And so do The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME
I WILL
I will grow.
I will reach the stars.
I don’t care about the graves
or the mausoleums.
I don’t care
The Dead
walk the night.
I will grow leaves.
I will stay here.
I will stay alive.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
THE NIGHT COMES
The night comes,
Dragging its feet,
Lurking in the corners.
Come to me.
I can’t wait much longer.
Your time is limited.
Enter my domain.
The wind sighs.
The moon shows its face.
The birds flee.
The spirits rise.
Yes, move closer.
ALONE IN A CEMETERY
ALONE IN A CEMETERY
The wind whispers.
The trees sway.
Air hisses through the leaves.
Shadows lurk between gravestones.
With long robes, they sweep toward me.
A statue looms in the distance.
A winged angel turns her cold face
and faces me.
A wicked grin curves her mouth.
Her wings take flight.
And so do I.
TOMBSTONES MOVING
I see tombstones moving,
Winds blowing,
Grass ruffling.
The Dead wait for darkness.
The streets of town they walk.
Innocent victims they will find.
The games are about to begin.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
SHY CEMETERY
Source:tanrhombus
A cemetery so shy
the dead and gone pass it by.
The graves hide in shame
from its silly name.
No mausoleums to grace it,
or fine tombstones to enhance it.
Please stay away from here.
The dead don’t want you near.
WELCOME THE MORBID & CURIOUS
The cobblestones glisten
outside the dark cemetery.
Gravestones stand tall
in the heavy fog.
Moans sweep the winds
that rustle the lifeless trees.
A gate stands open
to welcome the curious.
Footsteps draw closer
to my hiding place.
A cloaked figure enters
the home of The Dead.
It enters a mausoleum
with an angel standing guard.
Goosebumps riddle my body
as I inch forward from my spot.
Dark shadows drift to the door
that the figure has left open.
I can’t stand the suspense any longer
and so I must follow their lead.
I must find the secret lair
of The Dead and gone.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
ONLY THE DEAD KNOW
ONLY THE DEAD KNOW
We might look human
but we’re not.
We might act human
but we love to kill.
Our fearless leader
shows no mercy.
Who is he?
Will he show his face?
Only The Dead know.
The Dead Game
WALK THE NIGHT
Through the darkness.
Through the cemetery.
Through the deserted streets.
We walk the night.
In the dead of night.
In the moon’s glow.
In the dark shadows.
We walk the night.
Come close.
Come with us.
Come tonight.
As we walk the night.
THE DEAD GAME
SUSANNE LEIST 