The moon brings out the best in us.
It reflects our inner thoughts and desires.
Some may howl at the moon,
while others are impelled to dance.
Dance until the sun rises.
Dance until your limbs grow tired.
Dance until you feel at peace.
At peace with the world.
The moon reveals the best in us.
It reflects our inner thoughts and desires.
Some may howl at the moon,
while others are impelled to dance.
Dance until the sun rises.
Dance until your limbs grow tired.
Dance until you feel at peace.
At peace with the world.
A lamp post stands
in the forest.
Deserted woods
except for mist.
A wolf howls
in the distance.
A cold breeze hits me.
Is this a nightmare?
The rocks beneath my bare feet
feel hard and pointy.
Why am I barefooted?
And why am I dressed in
a nightgown?
A light flickers
in the lamp post.
I might not be alone.
I should run.
I can’t.
The end is near.
THE DEAD GAME has begun.
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The moon brings out the best in us.
It reflects our inner thoughts and desires.
Some may howl at the moon,
while others are impelled to dance.
Dance until the sun rises.
Dance until your limbs grow tired.
Dance until you feel at peace,
at peace with the world.
The Dead are coming.
With evil in their hearts.
A leader in their midst.
Residents take care.
Oasis is their playground.
Leave while you still can.
THE DEAD GAME
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Red will be the beaches.
Dark will be the skies.
They fly in from above.
They travel from below.
Trumpet blasts of thunder.
Lightning to light the way.
To Oasis they come.
To give the final blow.
THE DEAD GAME
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Will Wolf return to Oasis, Florida?
We’ve missed him.
His good looks.
Charming personality.
Deadly ways.
Will he arrive as a bat?
Or maybe as a wolf?
He could even take the place
Of one of our own.
Will his appetite be as fierce?
His passions as strong?
So many questions
Waiting to be answered
In book 2 of THE DEAD GAME.
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The moon brings out the best in us.
It reflects our inner thoughts and desires.
Some may howl at the moon,
while others are impelled to dance.
Dance until the sun rises.
Dance until your limbs grow tired.
Dance until you feel at peace.
At peace with the world.
Howl at the moon.
Howl in the darkness.
Howl for your life.
Howl for the night.
Howl at the moon.
The coming of the night.
The coming of winter.
SUSANNE LEIST 