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 return tomorrow morning
With no need for any worrying.
Soon you’ll join us.
Walkers of the night.
Seekers of the dark.
Stand straight.
Claim what is yours.
Before the morning light.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
Faces to the sky.
Lift them way up high.
Smiles so bright and wide.
You’ve nothing to hide.
Yellow hair to the sun.
It’s time to have some fun.
Long, green leaves clap to the song.
This morning, nothing is wrong.
Deep roots rumble in the ground.
To a beat, you’ve lost and found.
A field of dancers shakes the earth.
I watch as I bubble with mirth.
THE GATES
The gates encircle the property,
Their sharp edges pointing to the sky.
They deter all visitors,
Keeping the evil inside.
The house holds many secrets,
Some strange and unbelievable.
Windows are eyes to the soul
And mirrors to the unknown.
End House has invited us,
Extending a fancy invitation.
Do we dare follow our curiosity,
Or listen to our pounding hearts?
We are here for the night.
Time will only tell.
Whether we make it to morning
In this unholy hell.
THE DEAD GAME
A NEW BEGINNING
The rain hits the puddles
in staccato rhythm.
A constant
and mesmerizing sound.
Tree branches hang low,
weighed down with water.
Flowers lift their shiny faces
for their morning washing.
The cold, crisp rain
refreshes and renews.
The clouds dry out.
The sun returns
to brighten the day.
The air smells clean.
A new day dawns.
A new beginning.
Wilting.
Dry.
Strength taken
by the hot sun.
Need moisture.
Need shade.
Wait for the night.
Wait for the moon
to soothe your pain.
Dew in the morning to
to quench your thirst.
Be ready for a new day.
The moon shows its head.
It’s past time for bed.
It casts a yellow glow.
I can hear the winds blow.
Time for me to go inside.
There must be places to hide.
Until the morning light.
When the sun burns so bright.
DEATH
Death is coming.
I wait in the darkness.
I can’t close my eyes.
I can hear the raindrops.
Pitter, patter, pitter, patter.
I can hear my heart.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
On and on its goes.
Through the dark night.
Will the morning ever come?
SUSANNE LEIST 