CREATURE OF THE NIGHT

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A creature of the night.

Who walks in the moonlight.

Searching for innocent ones.

Who will serve his purpose?

Don’t play his games.

Don’t be fooled.

By his beautiful shell.

For inside he’s empty.

Without a soul.

Without a heart.

THE DEAD GAME

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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

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DEATH TO OPTIMUM

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My whole Sunday has passed in torment and hell.

I waited for Optimum to ring the bell.

I’ve been in hell for a week already.

This is not me being mean or petty.

No phone or internet for a week.

I’ve been so upset I couldn’t sleep.

Many hours later, I heard the news.

No one was coming to relieve my blues.

They might return Tuesday or maybe not.

Who needs the internet on days so hot?

“Death to Optimum,” I say.

Time is past for them to pay.

Blood will fall if they don’t fix their mistakes.

I can see a few heads sitting on stakes.

 

 

DEATH COMES TO TOWN

I look out the window and what do I see? A storm growing in force and coming for me. Death comes to town. It has its own name. The one that I know is called The Dead Game. THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

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I gaze from my window

and what do I see?

A storm growing in force

and coming for me.

Death comes to town.

It has its own name.

The one that I know

is called The Dead Game.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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TRAPPED IN HELL

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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

LAMENT FOR THE DEAD

 

 

LAMENT FOR THE DEAD

Like a cold witches’ brew.
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.

Warm winds turn cold
As all become prey.
The young and old. 
For them, we must pray. 

Hell hath no fury
Like a demon scorned.
There is no jury
For a small town mourned.

Who will save Oasis
From ‘The Dead’ demons?
Who will now face us,
More dead or demons? 

Pray for us.
We are alone 
Come save us.
We must atone. 

THE DEAD GAME

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