It grows dark.
We look to the moon
to bask in its glow.
A halo of blue
falls to earth.
Blue against orange
to shine in the night.
night
WALK WITH ME IN THE MOONLIGHT
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.
BLOOD MOON
what we feel in our hearts.
As the day comes to an end,
we must face the night.
Turn not your face away.
Dare not take a step back.
Bear the brunt of the red moon
as it burns through your empty soul.
DARK PASSION RULES THE NIGHT
A creature of the night,
who walks in the moonlight.
Don’t be fooled
by his beautiful shell.
For inside, he’s empty,
without a soul.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Dark passion rules the night.
SIREN’S CALL
I walk alone each night.
The wind moans and howls,
but no one calls my name.
I walk alone each night,
waiting for the siren’s call.
But no one calls my name.
DANCE TO THE MUSIC OF THE NIGHT
Dance beneath the bright lights.
Past the lifelike statues.
Figures entombed in glass.
The dance floor grows bigger.
The music quickens its beat.
Couples twirl in circles.
The clock strikes midnight.
Let the games begin.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
THE WOMAN IN THE SHADOWS
Each night a woman appears.
Her shadow floats across the dimly lit garden.
The wind whistles in her wake.
One night, she doesn’t appear.
What happened to her?
I still wait.
ANOTHER NIGHT
A shadow passes.
More shadows follow.
They circle a gazebo.
The shadows take form.
Humans in hooded robes.
A woman hangs from a noose.
They circle faster.
The wind follows in their wake.
Cries fill the night.
Then silence.
The gazebo stands empty.
Another night in Oasis, Florida.
THE DEAD GAME
THE MIDNIGHT HOUR
The midnight hour strikes panic and fear
In innocent hearts that can no longer bear.
The horror soon to besiege us all.
Before night’s end, someone will fall.
THE DEAD GAME
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A BODY IN THE NIGHT
Florida weaves its magic spell
as the town sleeps.
The moon peeks between the clouds
to the dark water lapping at the shore.
A rustle sounds in the trees,
followed by a cry in the night.
A hint of evil.
A whisper of things to come.
A body left onshore.
Will there be more?
Another night in Oasis, Florida.
THE DEAD GAME
