Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925
The forest grows dark.
It comes alive.
Wood arms reach for me.
Roots uncurl from the ground.
Trees shake and dance.
As the wind moans.
Dark shadows follow me.
Moonlight teases me.
I’m trapped in hell,
where the sun doesn’t shine.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
Let’s travel through the forest so green.
A creature-filled oasis but don’t scream.
The roots tangle around our feet.
Walking becomes a scary feat.
Neon leaves hit our faces.
A hit every few paces.
I’m sinking deep into the forest floor.
Quicksand my enemy forever more.
Has End House returned to Oasis?
Our chanting had cast it to sea.
It can’t be back.
We can’t be under attack.
Silence fills the forest.
A cold breeze tickles my arms.
I follow the path through
a thick copse of trees.
The sky darkens.
A shadow looms in the distance.
I enter the clearing.
Seagulls cry and swoop low.
I halt by a deep hole.
The spot where End House had stood.
A hard shove
And I’m falling.
Laughter follows my descent.
I hit rock bottom.
A tunnel stretches before me.
Light at its end.
THE DEAD GAME CONTINUES
PRELUDE TO BOOK II
The forest torments me to no end.
I don’t want this to be a dead end.
Hot breath breathes close to my ear
as I make my way from here.
The woods are known to be haunted.
With dark whispers, I’ve been taunted.
I’ve passed this tree before.
I can’t run anymore.
The shadows are closing in.
The forest is dark as sin.
I must say goodbye to one and all.
It’s time to follow the bouncing ball.
The script has been written.
My neck has been bitten.
I bid you adieu.
A vampire, to you.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
It comes with the sea
Following me to shore
Through the undead woods
And under the door.
A life of its own
Living in the house
In this coastal town
Alive from within.
Filled with dead bodies
And untold deadly sin.
THE DEAD GAME
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Into the woods, I flee,
yearning to be set free.
I don’t know which way to go.
I turn around, to and fro.
A light glimmers between the trees.
I peek between the hanging leaves.
I see no one on the lit path.
I can do the simple math.
It’s them against me.
I’ll never be free.
THE DEAD GAME
FEEL THE GREEN
A seat on a bench is what I seek,
But a veil of green taunts for a peek.
It pulls me deeper into the maze.
I follow in a dark kind of daze.
Squawks and shrieks call to me
As I try to break free.
Branches wrap tight around my neck.
On my cheek, I feel a light peck.
I look up to eyes so blue and true.
I cannot believe it’s only you.
I’m in my bed safe and sound
With no horror to be found.
