A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness & fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished & frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
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Confused I may be,
I can’t set him free.
He has me in his thrall,
but I refuse to fall.
After I shut my eyes for the night,
it’s his face I see in the dim light.
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I open the guest room door
as violent winds pummel the inn.
Lightning illuminates the blood
dripping onto the floor.
I shiver in fear.
Who else is here?
MEET ME IN MAINE
We stand alone in this bleak hall.
There won’t be dancing at this ball.
Time to leave this creepy place.
We must quicken our slow pace.
But since this is a horror story,
We will not be leaving with glory.
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The mansion is dreary.
One should be leery
of entering its gate.
Better leave it to fate.
Each room offers a view
of history for you.
Beautifully furnished rooms
swept clean by invisible brooms.
“Who lives here?” you might ask
if you dare take him to the task.
“Only I,” he might reply
with a twinkle in his eye.
He steps closer to me.
His eyes are red I can see.
Is he a creature of the night?
My heart pounds with fright.
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Tigers pace in their cages,
Waiting to be set free.
Animals fill the basement.
An awful sight to see.
Leashes jangle against bars.
Metal rings against metal.
As the gates slowly lift open,
Pointy teeth glisten without sound.
This cannot be happening.
This cannot be so.
No way there are tigers
in the basement below.
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The waves cascade to
the white-sanded beach.
Life is beautiful.
Until the night.
When the sun bows its head,
And the moon takes its place.
Dark waves pound the shore
with relentless fury.
And the night brings
The Dead Walking.
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Lights flicker through the trees.
Music floats in the still air.
Dare we join the party?
Figures twirl inside the glass walls.
The clock strikes midnight.
Time comes to a standstill.
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Creepy, creepy, scary.
It can become hairy.
The house is haunted and dark.
I came on a simple lark.
But now that I’m here,
I’m frozen with fear.
A party is to be held for us all,
But to evil creatures, we might just fall.
Down to the basement, we go,
It is silly, even I know.
Saws are swinging up ahead,
Looking to chop off a head.
Traps fall from the low ceiling.
My wet feet have lost their feeling.
We are standing in a pool,
And I feel like a big fool.
We should have gone when we had a chance.
The creatures will make us sing and dance.
The Dead have a morbid sense of humor.
I should have listened to each rumor.
Goodbye to one and all.
Look!
I see the bouncing ball.
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A gingerbread house so quaint.
Disguised with colorful paint.
An evil group lives here.
And our town is so near.
They are Watchers for The Dead.
I’m afraid to go to bed.
Come and take a quick look.
Or you can read my book.
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SUSANNE LEIST 