TO DREAM

 

 

 

When night comes softly
On feet as light as air,
I can see clearly
Of what I shouldn’t care.

Alone on this hilltop
With the embracing cold,
Boundaries cannot stop
Me from being so bold.

I want to look at the night,
Gaze out into the unknown,
Dare to dream of my flight,
And dream of where I have flown.

Secrets hidden in darkness,
Beneath a cloak of despair.
Shadows roaming in blackness,
A striking and deadly pair.

At night I can roam free
And sail forth on gossamer wings.
Be all that I can be
No matter what the dark night brings.

 

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GONDOLIER

Gondolier

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“Gondolier” by Igor Zenin

The clouds touch the water.

Pink merges with green.

Crooked tree prays for help.

But it can’t be seen.

A rower drifts alone.

Held aloft by the green.

A fantasy world so close.

Too bad it can’t be seen.

RED LACE

I will lay down my head to sleep
Beneath a canopy so deep.
Soft leaves curl around my face,
Covering me in red lace.
Sticks of trees protect my sides.
Perfect place for one who hides.
The sun peeks in between the red,
Warmth of sunshine on my head.

 

 

I will lay down my head to sleep

Beneath a canopy so deep.

Soft leaves curl around my face,

Covering me in red lace.

Sticks of trees protect my sides.

Perfect place for one who hides.

The sun peeks in between the red,

The warmth of sunshine on my head.

 

 

HAZE

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Haze covers the town.

But please do not frown.

Secrets are concealed.

The Dead are revealed.

We come in the fog.

The mist we don’t hog.

We’ll share it with you.

A shimmering blue.

The moon shines its glare

On those who come here.

Frolic in the night.

Just keep in our sight.

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THE TREE

THE TREE
The tree appears dark and looming.
It could use some proper grooming.
I want to take a walk between its legs,
Growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.
By its rules we must strictly abide.
Imagine the secrets it must hide.
Come walk with...

 

THE TREE

The tree appears dark and looming.

It could use some proper grooming.

I want to take a walk between its legs,

Growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.

By its rules we must strictly abide.

Imagine the secrets it must hide.

Come walk with me in its deep shade.

Through the fallen leaves we will wade.

A canopy of leaves above our heads

As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.

 

A WORLD OF DARKNESS

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Welcome to our world.

Our haven from light.

A world of darkness.

We’re hidden from sight.

 

Dance with us tonight.

Come with us and play.

Music soothes the soul.

Dawn won’t have its say.

 

Lift your demon souls.

Become one with us.

Spread your wings for flight.

Become one of us.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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DARKEST SECRETS

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My closet holds memories.

It hides my deepest secrets.

It can be dark and dreary.

It can ooze life’s nectar.

I should close the door.

I should never look back.

But I can’t stop myself.

I need to see it once more.

SECRETS

 

Night comes near.  The moon begins to rise.  The birds are beginning to swarm.  The Dead are ready to rise.  Who are they?  What are they?  THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leistslobbering:

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Night comes near.

The moon rises.

The birds swarm.

The Dead rise.

THE DEAD GAME

 

  • slobbering:    Valentin Rekunenko    The portraits in Wolf’s house look so real.  As if a hand will reach out to grab the rose in your hand.  Are the portraits alive?  Is the house alive?  Why are the eyes following us?  Get us out of here!  The Dead are alive in THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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The portraits come alive.

Eyes follow us from below

the glass floor.

Alligator eyes.

A pool of alligators.

The Dead are alive in THE DEAD GAME.

 

  • witchinqhour:    Do The Dead sleep in coffins?  Do they sleep in beds like humans?  What about human vampires?  Meet them in THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist  http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist  http://www.outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame

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Do The Dead sleep in coffins?

Do they sleep in beds like humans?

What about human vampires?

Meet them in THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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  • I wouldn’t go inside if I was you.  You don’t know who is waiting for you.  Who?  The Dead.

 

I wouldn’t go inside.

You don’t know 

who is waiting for you.

Who?

The Dead.

 

The best way to survive in Oasis  is to keep your mouth, ears, and eyes shut.  The Dead don’t like intruders.Source: hauntedlounge)

 

The best way to survive in Oasis

is to keep your mouth, ears and eyes shut.

The Dead don’t like intruders.

 

  • The house is deserted.  The warm wind blows the windows open.  The breeze ruffles the curtains and  lifts the sheets covering the abandoned furniture.  What happened to the last family living there?  They disappeared in the night,  never to be heard from again.  A stormy night that was filled with  dangerous lightning and thunder.  End House holds many secrets.  Should we venture inside to uncover   its secrets?  Or should we leave these secrets to  grow and fester, along with the other  secrets hidden in Oasis, Florida?  The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

 

The house is deserted.

A warm wind blows the windows open.

The breeze ruffles the curtains and

lifts the sheets covering the abandoned furniture.

What happened to the last family living there?

They disappeared in the night,

never to be heard from again.

A stormy night that was filled with

dangerous lightning and thunder.

End House holds many secrets.

Should we venture inside to uncover

its secrets?

Or should we leave these secrets to

grow and fester, along with the other

secrets hidden in Oasis, Florida?

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

BEAUTY OF THE NIGHT

He comes in the night for me.

He is much too strong for me.

His beauty I can only see.

His evil is hidden from me.

I do not see his grotesque face.

Only his mask he puts in place.

Take me with you now in the night.

To me you’re a beautiful sight.

He lifts me high into the air.

And whisks me away to his lair.

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist