FALLING
I climb down from a great height
As I fight with all my might.
The creatures swipe hard at me
As I climb down to the sea.
I must escape this dark place
As demons fly in my face.
They fly through the sky
And hit me from up high.
Who are these demons from hell?
Their features I cannot tell.
I fall to the rocks below.
“Help” is all I can bellow.
THE DEAD GAME
Chalet
Crissolo | Piemonte | Italy
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.
THE DEAD GAME
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The mind can be a strange place.
It can think up dark stories.
With monsters and demons.
A little murder and mayhem.
Skulls and bones for decoration.
Maybe your cup of tea is blood.
Your coffee carries some poison.
Let your mind roam the darkness.
And maybe beyond.
Into the tunnel we are thrown.
Been more careful if I had known.
We’re falling down a dark abyss.
Please someone give us an assist.
We’re falling too hard and fast.
This nightmare better not last.
Our time has come to an end
As we fly around the bend.
The Dead are waiting for us below.
I can hear them yelling out hello.
We land with a thump and a bang.
I’m now facing a big fat fang.
THE DEAD GAME
What has happened to our paradise?
Now I could surely use some advice.
Our town is bombarded with creatures.
In the dark we can’t see their features.
They come out in the dark of night.
Hiding their faces from the light.
The winds are picking up speed.
They devour our town with greed.
We must run and hide in the church.
Before we are left in the lurch.
Someone save us before it’s too late.
From creatures filled with evil and hate.
THE DEAD GAME
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I will read you a story.
It might be all too gory
For you to understand
But I’ll give you a hand.
A blight falls on a town.
It’s sure to make you frown.
Residents disappear.
I want to make this clear.
This isn’t a regular place.
Don’t give me that dark face.
It’s a place of evil creatures
And many more creepy features.
Dark shadows stalk the night,
Giving tourists a fright.
Florida can be a scary place.
I will soon pick up the poem’s pace.
The Dead want to kill you.
You’ll be their dinner too.
THE DEAD GAME
“Should I walk up the stairs?
Should I peek into the window?
Should I see if the door is locked?
Do you think anyone is home?
It seems to be deserted.”
Linda hesitates.
Her friends close behind.
The house sighs.
It waits.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
The moon goes
through its phases.
Becoming smaller
each day.
Until it’s gone.
Leaving no trace
of its former self.
That is when The Dead
will come for us.
In the darkness.
In the coldness.
In the dark of night.
THE DEAD GAME
Time kills.
The Dead play no favorites.
We all become their victims.
Prey for their games.
Cages to entrap us.
One door leading to
the next deadly door.
Welcome.
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The candle flickers.
The music plays softly.
An empty room stands before us.
The piano keys pound faster.
The wind screams louder.
The games are about to begin.
THE DEAD GAME
The house welcomes us.
It plays music for us.
The keys dance.
The walls moan.
Traps await.
A long night ahead.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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.
