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Fingers from heaven
Reach for the shore.
Shafts of light
Light the darkening sky.
The clouds move closer.
The rains fall.
The winds follow.
The end is in sight.
FINGERS FROM HEAVEN
hail
FANTASY FAILS
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Looking through Partition Arch in Arches National Park
From here I can see
the wonderful sea.
I step through the door.
I stand at the shore.
Sand at my bare feet.
The sun shining heat.
But the sun soon leaves
and the ocean heaves.
Sharp hail hits my face.
Men run like a race.
They shout for me to move.
I pick up their quick groove.
“The Dead are here for us,”
one tall man shouts at us,
“Run to the Town Hall
or the town will fall.”
THE DEAD GAME
DARK AS SIN
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Dark skies are moving in.
The town is dark as sin.
Rumbling fills the humid air,
And The Dead will soon be here.
Hail begins to fall,
Big as a baseball.
Lightning joins the hot fray.
I’m not going to stay.
We must escape this night
Before we lose the fight.
He has come for me.
I’m as afraid as I can be.
THE DEAD GAME
WASH AWAY MY PAIN AND SORROW
Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.
The ocean may take it far away,
To places, we cannot even say.
Where no one recognizes its sting
Or knows the infliction it can bring.
Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.
My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine,
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.
I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.
SNOW ON ME
Snow on me.
Freeze me.
Hit my leaves with winds.
Rain on me.
Hail on me.
Drench my leaves.
Heat me.
Light me.
Grow my leaves in the sun.
SEEK SHELTER
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The sky rumbles its pain.
The clouds shout out in vain.
The water bubbles hot.
It won’t forget you not.
Run from the hot flames of hail.
Try to hide to no avail.
Seek shelter from the storm.
This will be the new norm.
The Dead now run the town.
Chin up and dare not frown.
We must bow to their favor.
While we wait for our Savior.
THE DEAD GAME
THE WONDERFUL SEA
Looking through Partition Arch in Arches National Park
From here I can see
the wonderful sea.
I step through the door.
I stand at the shore.
Sand at my bare feet.
The sun shining heat.
But the sun soon leaves,
and the ocean heaves.
Sharp bits of hail hit my face.
People run like in a race.
They shout for me to move.
I pick up their quick groove.
“The Dead are here for us,”
one tall man shouts to us,
“Run to the Town Hall
or the town will fall.”
THE DEAD GAME
DARKNESS ROLLS IN
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Dark skies are moving in.
The town is dark as sin.
Rumbling fills the humid air,
And The Dead will soon be here.
Hail begins to fall,
Big as a baseball.
Lightning joins the hot fray.
I’m not going to stay.
We must escape this night
Before we lose the fight.
Wolf has come for me.
I’m as afraid as I can be.
THE DEAD GAME
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HELL HAS ARRIVED
HELL HAS ARRIVED
Darkness is approaching.
The Dead are walking.
The storm is gathering speed.
Tree limbs and debris fly by.
Heavy rains pummel the streets.
It’s too late for us.
We must find shelter.
Hell has unleashed its demons
And they’ve come for us.
Run!
THE DEAD GAME
SNOW ON ME
Snow on me.
Freeze me.
Hit my leaves with winds.
Rain on me.
Hail on me.
Drench my leaves.
Heat me.
Light me.
Grow my leaves in the sun.
SUSANNE LEIST 
