They fly through the trees.
Over the deadly mist.
Landing in the forest.
Where no man walks.
No light penetrates.
No laughter follows.
The realm of The Dead.
Their nightly playground.
Games with no survivors.
THE DEAD GAME
I walk quickly this night
from who lurks out of sight.
The wind gives a whistle and a sigh
as strands of my hair begin to fly.
The moon hides its face.
I pick up my pace.
Shadows surround me.
Footsteps behind me.
Hands around my neck.
Is that a love peck?
He is taking my blood.
I die in a red flood.
THE DEAD GAME
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Cape Cod July 2013_-60 (by jackfrench)
Sunset brings the night,
With it dark shadows.
Hues of red fill the humid air,
Followed by high-pitched howls.
Residents hide behind locked doors,
As tourists huddle in their hotel.
The town waits deserted and quiet,
While the dark forest rumbles with music.
Dignitaries fly in from around the world,
Their limousines line the wooded paths.
Guests mingle and laugh in the glass house,
Where lifelike glass statues watch them.
Beneath it all lies an undercurrent.
One of evil and despair.
THE DEAD GAME
How did I come to be here?
Cold wrapped around me in fear.
No matter how far I walk.
I could hear them move and talk.
Muttering curses on me.
But faces I cannot see.
They surround me on each side.
There’s nowhere for me to hide.
I must get out of here soon.
Before the next full moon.
THE DEAD GAME
The house from my nightmares exists.
Is it real or part of my vivid imagination?
Is part of its facade a skull?
Does this mean that death lives here?
“Yes” the wind echoes.
THE DEAD live here.
Come and meet them.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
The candles are leading us
down a dark hallway.
No one seems to be home at End House.
But the house is beckoning us.
It wants us to follow the flickering lights.
Should we go down to the basement?
What could be awaiting us there?
It can’t be anything good.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Once you begin to read,
your nightmare will never end.
You will hunted and pursued
through dark houses, revolving rooms,
deadly traps, and never-ending horrors.
There’s no rest for the weary in Oasis.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
SINKHOLE
A sinkhole where the house has stood
Lies deep in the deserted wood.
Where has everyone gone to?
The grass and trees are gone too.
A house and garden have once stood here.
Now there is only the ground laid bare.
Could they be in the tunnels below?
Will you hear me if I yell ‘hello’?
I hear rumbling coming from the hole.
The loose rocks are beginning to roll.
I should leave before it’s too late
And I suffer the same sad fate.
THE DEAD GAME
Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925
The forest grows dark.
It has come alive.
Wooden arms reach for me.
Roots uncurl from the ground.
Trees shake and dance
to the moans of the wind.
Dark shadows follow me.
Moonlight teases me.
I’m trapped in hell,
where the sun doesn’t shine.
THE DEAD GAME
HIDDEN
I walk with the living at day,
They do not hear a word I say.
They believe I’m alive like them,
But I’m stronger than any men.
I run like the wind past the trees,
Fly through the sky faster than bees.
My true self is hidden away,
I might be a little fey.
At night I walk with others,
They’re close to me like brothers.
Whom am I? you might ask.
I might take you to task.
Take care not to open that door,
You’ll be in hell forever more,
THE DEAD GAME
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The clouds drift by.
The moon casts its glare.
Time moves in slow motion.
Florida weaves its spell.
The town is asleep.
There’s a rustle in the trees.
A cry in the night.
A hint of evil.
A whisper of things to come.
A body left on shore.
Will there be more?
Another night in Oasis, Florida.
THE DEAD GAME
KILL MEkilledtheinnocentpeople:
Untitled by Joe Kennett.
KILL ME
A walk through the woods
on a sunny afternoon.
The sun soon retreats
to be replaced by dark shadows.
Sighs fill the silence.
The tall trees lift their roots.
Trunks become faces,
branches reaching arms.
Shivering leaves fall in fear.
The giants move forward.
Just kill me now.
THE DEAD GAME
