Grim reaper stands over me,
where The Dead have come to be.
Blood won’t be my drink of choice,
not if I have any voice.
I will go down with a fight.
I refuse to take a bite.
No bloodthirsty demon down here.
No reason to have any fear.
THE DEAD GAME
Read me a tale, grandfather,
of battles and dead bodies.
Turn the pages, grandfather,
of the book of horrors.
Tell me more stories, grandfather,
of evil armies and sadness.
I will close my eyes, grandfather,
and wish the darkness away.
by Daryl Feril
Save me.
Save me from my demons.
My nightmares.
My actions.
Save me from me.
A party on Friday 13th
has turned into a horror show.
I’m trapped with my friends
in the basement of End House.
The floor fills with water.
Rotating saws descend.
We swim to the other side
and are faced with three doors.
We open one.
Roars fill the inky darkness.
Wild animals pace their cages.
I turn to run.
Hot breath on my neck.
I glance back.
The cages have opened.
A tiger advances.
I close my eyes.
We are doomed to play
THE DEAD GAME.
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I’m being followed
through the woods
and into town.
Help me!
I hear them
but can’t see them.
Quiet as the night.
Silence is their prayer.
Meow!
THE DEAD GAME
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The Dead reign supreme.
They hold life in their hands.
Blood in their teeth.
Bones in their hands.
Humans for dessert.
Cats for practice.
Meow!
THE DEAD GAME
Just when you think it’s safe
to step out from your bedroom.
When the howling and chanting
have finally subsided.
When all is quiet.
You put your foot down,
and then you realize that
it is not yet over.
THE END
Put on your mask.
Dress in your gown.
Step into your party shoes.
The dance is about to begin.
Music fills the mirrored room.
The band picks up the beat.
Dancers swirl under glowing chandeliers.
Rainbows of light reflect off the walls.
The room enlarges to accommodate the dancers.
The clock strikes midnight.
The music stops.
The dancers stand still.
The Dead Game has begun.
THE DEAD GAME
A steep cliff lies before us.
End House looms behind.
We’ve endured.
A pool of blood.
Descending saws.
Wild animals.
The cliff looks safer.
Down we go.
THE DEAD GAME
Read a book.
You might be pleasantly surprised.
Or maybe not.
Imagination knows no bounds.
SUSANNE LEIST 