THE ECHO OF FOOTSTEPS

Night comes slowly.

Footsteps fall softly.

Boats drift on the water.

A cat meows.

Footsteps hit closer.

Noise by the garbage can.

A splash in the water.

Footsteps echo louder.

An oar hits the water.

Chains rattle.

More steps.

I turn.

A flash of light.

Footsteps halt.

A boat sits in the dark water,

Filled with flowers

And my true love.

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

 

Blood Moon

Source: 021c

 

 

Red reflects on the water

 

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

red eyes

 

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

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“ vintage blog
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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.

 

passium:

vintage blog

 

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

chandelier moving

 

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

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ANOTHER NIGHT

park bench

Source: softwaring

 

Take a seat in the park.

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