Follow the lights to the house of glass,
There will be much splendor in the grass.
A more decadent event there could not be,
Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Trapped in a metal tomb
as they wait for their doom.
Clarissa is the computer’s name,
who seeks to destroy them with its game.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
Book 3 released soon.
Take my hand.
I will lead you
to the other side.
They wait beneath the earth.
A town with fake skies and ocean.
Come with me.
I will lead the way.
Click your shoes
There’s no place like home.
Open the door and peek inside.
I promise we have nothing to hide.
The sky is bluer on the other side.
The green grass is our finest point of pride.
Hotter than hell is their playground.
Beneath layers of rocks and dirt.
They wait for their day of salvation.
When they can ride in the storm.
They grow impatient for the invasion.
The end of life as we know it.
I can hear their cries blowing in the wind.
The whispers brought forth from below.
It’s time for us to gather ammunition.
Before our poor town is nothing at all.
THE DEAD GAME
The perfect oasis where dreams come true.
Palm trees wave their arms in the warm breeze.
Birds sing a happy tune above the blue.
Until the night exhales its cold breath.
Torrents of wind dig through the white sand.
Where dark shadows leave no footprints.
And tourists remain innocent no more.
THE DEAD GAME
The Dead are coming to this place.
The moon trembles and bows its face.
Thunder strikes a chord in the distance.
No one can mount a strong resistance.
Lightning sizzles and dances in place.
Soon red and yellow streaks join the race.
The Dead return in force
As Wolf rides a black horse.
He leads his army to town
while he wears a wicked frown.
I know he’s searching for me.
Quiet as a mouse I’ll be.
But soon he’ll find my hiding place,
Blaring trumpets quicken his pace.
Time has come to a complete stop.
He stares at me from bottom to top.
He wants me for his frozen bride.
Too late for me to run or hide.
He takes me into his arms for a kiss,
But what I want to do is yell and hiss.
I don’t want to be one of The Dead.
I walk behind him with growing dread.
The battle lines have been drawn,
And I’m merely Wolf’s small pawn.
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