TEARS OF REVENGE

 

The skies open up,

Releasing pent-up anger.

Tears of revenge,

Falling in hail drops.

Flying creatures from hell,

Dipping low to catch victims.

Clouds swirl around the heavens,

Mopping up the bloody damage.

When will this end?

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

FLY AWAY

 

Fly away, birds.

Fly free from this place.

From the town of demons.

Where walkers of the night.

Wait for the dark.

For their deadly games.

Palm trees bow to their power.

Sand covers their victims.

Tourists flee the hotel.

The winds howl their name.

Hail pounds their beat.

Lightning shows the way.

The Dead are here to stay.

THE DEAD GAME

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FROM HERE I CAN SEE

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 to us,

“Run to the Town Hall

or the town will fall.”

THE DEAD GAME

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THE RAIN

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Please I want to go outside.

No reason for you to hide.

The winds bring rain.

But they are tame.

I won’t fall or melt

If hail were to pelt.

I’ll be forever in your debt

If you allow me to get wet.

I’m pulling on my chain.

You don’t need half a brain

To know I’m ready to go free.

See what a great pet I can be.

 

SWIRLING ANGER

 

 

The skies open up,

Releasing pent-up anger.

Tears of revenge,

Falling in hail drops.

Flying creatures from hell,

Dipping low to catch victims.

Clouds swirl around the heavens,

Mopping up the bloody damage.

When will this all end?

What will happen to our town?

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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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.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 41

My stroll has turned into more
Than a mere walk in the park.
The peace and quiet is cut short.

The skies rumble and open up,
Releasing their pent up anger.
Their distress echoing through town.

Hot tears fall to the ground,
Cascading through the colors
Reflected from above.

An army of black clouds
Move into place,
Ready to attack.

Flashes of light hit the streets.
I follow its path to the Town Hall.
A building lit from within.

The winds have joined the game.
Swirling gusts directed at my face,
Fingers holding me back in time and place.

No one can stop me now.
I will find out what is causing
Hell to reign down upon us.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME
 

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 37

Run but you cannot hide.
Todd will be mine to find.
No light will shine today,
Only darkness to wield the day.

I wave my wand of lightning,
Bang my drums of thunder.
My mouth breathes puffs of fire,
My soul is pure black.

I come to you as a tornado,
Twisting in the wind,
Gathering force along the way
To strike with the arm of a god.

Your smell entices me.
It leads me to your side.
What was once human
Will soon be a follower of mine.

Linda might adore your sickly beauty,
A facade of a true vampire.
A mere human vampire is no match
For the perfect beauty of mine.

Stand back as I unleash my minions,
Who will crush you with pellets of hail,
Sharp bullets into your human heart,
A stampede of thrashing winds and fire.

Come to me to fulfill your destiny,
As one of my own army.
As a follower and not a competitor,
Leaving only one choice for you to make.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

HELL IS REIGNING DOWN FROM ABOVE —– PART 3

“Hail is raining down from the sky!
Hell is reigning down from above!”
Linda races through the pummeled streets,
Dodging pieces of roof tops and garbage cans.

“How could this be happening?
The sun was out just minutes ago.
I smell fire.
My skin feels burning hot.”

Her feet slow to a stop.
Linda lifts her head to the black sky.
Flames are shooting out of the church.
Red hot flames with swirls of yellow and orange.

Cries of horror float in the air around her.
Shrieks and moans that are lifted in the rising winds.
She turns around in a circle,
Desperate to locate the source.

“It’s coming from the Town Hall!”
I knew it!
Everybody has to be there.
Please god let them be there.”

The cries rise in intensity
With each footstep.
The front doors are open.
Darkness beckons from within.

The sight inside knocks the breathe from her lungs.
Flying creatures are circling her friends.
Creatures with furry bodies and human faces.
One swoops down and lifts Shana up to the ceiling.

“The Dead are here.
What should I do?
Wait! Father John is chanting.
Will he be able to save us?”

THE DEAD GAME

SHELTER FROM THE STORM

whitechapelwitch:</p> <p>»x«</p> <p>The house is beckoning you.<br /> Its windows are staring at you.<br /> Its front door is open wide,<br /> waiting for you to enter.<br /> The rain is falling hard.<br /> The wind is blowing harder<br /> and getting colder.<br /> The house would be a good<br /> shelter for the coming storm.<br /> Or maybe not.<br /> The Dead Game by Susanne Leist<br /> http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist</p> <p>

whitechapelwitch:

»x«

The house is beckoning you.

Its windows are staring at you.

Its front door is open wide,

waiting for you to enter.

The rain is falling hard.

The wind is blowing harder

and getting colder.

The house would be a good

shelter for the coming storm.

Or maybe not.

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

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