NO SURVIVORS

They fly through the trees.
Over the deadly mist.
Landing in the forest.
Where no man walks.
No light penetrates.
No laughter follows.
The realm of The Dead.
Their nightly playground.
Games with no survivors.
THE DEAD...

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They fly through the trees.

Over the deadly mist.

Landing in the forest.

Where no man walks.

No light penetrates.

No laughter follows.

The realm of The Dead.

Their nightly playground.

Games with no survivors.

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

 

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GUESS WHO?

Guess who?

It’s me, honey.
I’ve had a hard day at work.
It has made me grumpy.
I feel changed.
Different.
Do my hands feel furry?
They look furry to me.
All of a sudden I’m hungry.
Hungry for you, my darling.
Come, dance with me.
The night holds mystery for us.
Come with me…

A PUFF OF SMOKE

A puff of smoke.
A flicker of light.
Life is sweet.
Life is memorable.
Life is short.
Life is fleeting.
Gone in a puff of smoke.
Don’t close your eyes.
Keep them wide open.
Dangers are lurking everywhere.
Poof!
A life is gone.
Is it yours?
Only THE...

 

A puff of smoke.

A flicker of light.

Life is sweet.

Life is memorable.

Life is short.

Life is fleeting.

Gone in a puff of smoke.

Don’t close your eyes.

Keep them wide open.

Dangers are lurking everywhere.

Poof!

A life is gone.

Is it yours?

Only THE DEAD

have the power.

Only THE DEAD

hold the cure.

Only THE DEAD

know who’s next.

THE DEAD GAME

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PARADISE LOST

Green Waves

 

PARADISE LOST 

A town full of happiness and joy

Has turned sad like a broken toy.

Where once tourists frolicked in the sun,

Frightened residents are on the run.

Dark shadows roam the eerie night.

Victims abound from their fierce bite.

Hell hath no fury like a vampire’s wrath.

They plow down whoever is in their path.

We must kill the creatures of hell,

Then we’ll have a story to tell

Of how we survived an apocalypse.

A sad but true story from our own lips.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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HELL HOUNDS

The hell hounds are loose.  They are guarding the doors.  No one may enter.  Who lives inside the deserted mansion?  Are they human or supernatural beings?  We can’t enter but the priest has his spell book.  Let the games begin.  Humanity will finally fight back.  The Dead Game by Susanne Leist  http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist  http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881 

 

Hell hounds are loose.

They guard the door.

No one may enter.

We may not enter,

but the priest has his spell book.

Let the games begin.

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

FOOTSTEPS AT THE DOOR

“Institute Benjamenta” (1995) dir. Timothy Quay, Stephen Quay

 

Has he come for me?

I hear his footsteps.

Walking up the steps.

The leaves stop rustling.

The wind stops blowing.

The silence is overpowering.

Is he standing outside the door,

Waiting for me to open it?

I won’t.

I won’t let him in.

He wants me.

I won’t become one of The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

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DISTURBED

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The day is dying.

My heart is lying.

Do I care

if you’re here?

You can step inside.

I’ve nothing to hide.

The shades are shut.

Come to my hut.

I hide at day.

Nighttimes I play.

I search the seashore

for victims & more.

Come & step inside.

I’ve nothing to hide.

THE DEAD GAME

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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.

THE DEAD


Oasis, Florida, a town of beauty. 

White-sanded beaches and blue water.

Tourists flock to town 

for the famous parties.

The Dead come out at night.

Dark shadows leaving behind

dead bodies on the soft sand.

Are they residents?

Are they tourists? 

Come & find out who they really are.

 
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