A PARANORMAL MYSTERY

(Source: artizan3)

 

I grow in the garden of End House.

The only flower in sight.

Moonlight keeps me strong.

Thorns keep me anchored.

The garden is mine.

 

(Source: kittiezandtittiez)
 

I’m keeping an eye on you.

Have you read The Dead Game yet?

If not, I know where you live.

 

(Source: fallenfay-l-h)

 

As darkness falls,

statues come alive.

Shadows emerge

from tombs and graves.

 

Beware of the nights.

They bring brutal winds

and the walking dead.

Bolt your doors.

Lock your windows.

The dark shadow behind you

might not be your own.

 

THE DEAD GAME

WELCOME THE NIGHT

WELCOME THE NIGHT

Welcome the night
And its friend, the moon.
Don’t take flight
From the man in the moon.

Let the moon take over
From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover
Without hesitation or pain.

A thick blanket will fall,
Covering the earth with security.
Darkness will cover all
With its grace and purity.

The stars will twinkle and shine.
For the sun, do not pine.
It will be back tomorrow morning
So no need for any worrying.

THE MOON FALLS

 

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

RISING

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Creak.

Crunch.

The air moves.

Squeak.

Moan.

The trees shake.

I shouldn’t have come alone.

In the dark.

After the sun sets.

The moon rises.

And so do The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

 

DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT

 

 

The glass house sparkled with a glow.

Let’s dance under the night’s snow.

Dance with me in the moonlight.

The animals won’t take fright.

When morning looms bright and gay.

The Dead won’t be here to stay.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://myBook.to/TheDeadGame

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

THE NIGHT

quietmoodygirlbenjoyment: Last night’s Supermoon.

 

The night is here.

The moon creeps 

through a thick maze of clouds.

The stars sparkle

in the dark blanket of sky.

Welcome the dark shadows.

The night walkers.

The dreamers.

The ghosts of past years.

Those who walk the earth

in the dead of night.

Welcome the night creatures.

All who are brave enough

to face the night.

For the night is here to stay.

DARKNESS MY ONLY FRIEND

 

A moonlit garden.

Rose bushes follow

the meandering paths.

Wind rustles the leaves

of the towering oak trees.

The guests are inside.

Dancing to the music.

Twirling around the dance floor.

Darkness is my friend.

It waits in the shadows.

I walk farther from the house.

A cry breaks through the silence.

I look up.

A clearing ahead

holds statues.

One is bent over.

Crying.

Tears falling on white stone.

She lifts her head.

Darkness descends at last.

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

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Nook

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