PRAY FOR US

 

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’ll 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.
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HELL HAS ARRIVED

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Hell has arrived.

Burning in its chair.

Impatient for victims.

Restless to the bone.

Burning bright.

Glowing embers.

Filling the dark.

Red and yellow sparks.

Sizzling.

Hot.

 

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BURN BABY BURN

 

Burn baby burn.

Your blood runs hot.

Oozing down the stem.

Dripping to the ground.

Leaving mounds of red.

Where buds will spring up.

And take their rightful place.

In the world of The Dead.

 

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RIDE WITH ME

 

A ride to hell and back.

I will sit in the back.

We fly through the night air.

Sound barriers we tear.

Demons fly by our side.

I have nowhere to hide.

They take us to their lair.

I’m pulled hard by my hair.

Life is over for me.

I’ll never be set free.

OUT OF THIS FOREST

 

 

 

Take me out of this forest,

Out of this tangled mess.

Away from my demons,

Who haunt me at night.

I can see the light ahead,

A beacon of light shining bright.

A view of sand and ocean,

And better times ahead.

 

THE GATES

 

 

THE GATES

The gates encircle the property,

Their sharp edges pointing to the sky.

They deter all visitors,

Keeping the evil inside.

The house holds many secrets,

Some strange and unbelievable.

Windows are eyes to the soul

And mirrors to the unknown.

End House has invited us,

Extending a fancy invitation.

Do we dare follow our curiosity,

Or listen to our pounding hearts?

We are here for the night.

Time will only tell.

Whether we make it to morning

In this unholy hell.

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PRAY FOR ME

 

Pray for your coven.

Pray for the victims.

Pray for the town.

But don’t forget

to pray for The Dead.

For they will be coming to Oasis.

No one will be safe

from their wrath.

Hold onto your faith.

Flee for shelter.

For the demons of hell

will soon ascend to earth.

Flying bats.

Dark shadows.

Vampires.

Witches.

Demons.

Even humans.

They will take on any

and every form

to complete their task.

Trust no one.

Not your friends

or loved ones.

Hell will open up

and release its worst.

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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!

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TAKE ME TO THE CHURCH


Take me to the church.
The town’s on fire.
Hell has let loose its demons.

Take me to the church.
The Town Hall has lost its windows.
The Dead are taking over the town.

Take me to the church.
I refuse to become one of The Dead.
We must run for shelter.

Take me to the church. 
Hell is raining down upon us.
Creatures are stalking us.

Take me to the church.
It stands no more.
Gone in a puff of smoke.

Take me away from here.
Amen.

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BLOOD RED

 

BLOOD RED

The wavering reflections of the red sky

mar the blue surface of the ocean.

The sun sets for the night,

hiding its face behind puffy clouds.

The sky reaches into its bag of tricks,

bringing out a yellow moon.

The water remains blood red

as the sky turns inky black.

A reflection from its depths

of the evil creatures rising.

Onto our crisp white shores they walk,

Leaving bloody footprints in the sand.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist