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.
SIREN’S CALL
night
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
THE NIGHTS COME ALIVE
Soulonfire
LIPSMACKIN’ GOOD
Waiting for the night to fall.
You’ll be mine once and for all.
THE DEAD GAME
NIGHT FALLS
Night falls in Oasis.
Shadows move in the breeze.
The Dead love their games.
Come and visit us, please.
The Dead Game Series by Susanne Leist
A PERFECT OASIS
Palm trees waving in the breeze.
Blue-green water for me, please.
White sand sparkles in the sun.
Tourists frolic and have fun.
A perfect oasis for the elite.
Many celebrities you might meet.
The night brings icy winds
and demons’ deadly sins.
Dark shadows descend on the town.
My life has turned upside down.
SHE WAITS
She stands at the window.
Age dares not to defy her.
Night bring her comfort.
Darkness, her only friend.
Her light flickers and fades.
She waits for you to come home.
