Shadows surround me.
Footsteps behind me.
Hands circle my neck.
Of course, they do.
Who else keeps you awake at night?
Who haunts your nightmares?
It’s The Dead.
They walk the streets of Oasis.
They take their victims with stealth and finesse.
Find them in THE DEAD GAME.
They return in PREY FOR THE DEAD.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Walk with me through the moonlit forest.
Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,
held aloft by our love and passion.
Follow me through the endless night
to a land where no man walks,
and love has no bounds or shackles.
We will be free to display our passion,
without retribution from humanity.
Come with me, my ice princess.
Step away from the burning plains,
where the heat burns your soles,
And love is hampered by humanity.
He extends his hand,
his lips never uttering a sound,
but his meaning as clear as can be.
The other has followed us to the clearing.
His eyes burn red with passion.
Fire follows close on his footsteps.
He scorches a trail through the tall grass,
melting his enemy’s cold path.
They face each other.
Hot and cold from opposite poles,
dueling until the end of time,
Our games have just begun.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
The house welcomes.
The front door drifts open.
We step inside.
Gargoyles stand sentinel
on the staircase.
Their eyes follow our path
past the flickering candles.
An icy wind brushes our skin
with unseen fingers.
Shadows move and sway
in the dark hallway.
The front door locks behind us.
The house has spoken.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
It isn’t easy to kill The Dead.
A knife through the eye
won’t weaken them.
A drink of poison
won’t stop them.
Sunlight can be
a hot spot for them.
A beheading for dinner
can slash them dead.
A witch’s spell
might do the trick.
Choose your weapons carefully
for The Dead are hard to kill.
THE DEAD GAME