Down the rabbit hole we go,
Far beneath the earth’s surface,
Where The Dead wait for their savior,
Arms extended,
Reaching for us,
Mouths held open in silent cries
As we fall farther,
Deeper,
Past the point of no return.
THE DEAD GAME
Blood oozes from my soul.
Nothing will make me whole.
I belong to the night.
Far from the morning light.
Don’t follow me.
I need to be free.
THE DEAD GAME
WHERE THE WIND BLOWS
The trees of the forest shiver and shake,
their long limbs trembling for the next quake.
Their bodies blaze a glaring white
with tears frozen from their new plight.
The world has become hard and cold.
My trembling body feels old.
Surrounded on four sides by white,
the bright glare has blinded my sight.
White is the color of my nightgown
as I stand and shiver with a frown.
A shadow emerges from the trees.
I hope it is not him, pretty please.
My body moves forward against my will.
I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.
I dig my feet into the packed snow,
but I must go where the wind might blow.
Walk with me
through the moonlit forest,
Our feet graze the blades of grass,
Held aloft by our love and passion.
Follow me through the endless night
To a land where no man walks.
Only creatures dark as the sky
Dare to venture forth alone.
Love has no bounds or shackles.
We will be free to display our passion,
Without fear from humanity,
As long as you belong to me.
Come with me, my ice princess.
Step away from the burning plains,
Where the heat burns your flesh,
And love is hampered by the living.
Wolf extends his hand toward me,
Words flowing from him,
His lips never uttering a sound,
But his meaning is clear.
We can be together,
But the other has followed us.
He will try to take me back
And never relinquish his hold.
His eyes burn red with passion.
Fire follows his footsteps,
Scorching a trail through the grass,
Melting his enemy’s cold trail.
They face each other.
Hot and cold from opposite poles,
Dueling until the end of time,
Fighting for me.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
A clown leers at me.
The knife-thrower aims
and misses.
I run into a tent.
Mirrors surround me.
I flee into the darkness
and crash through a mirror.
I stand in a dark room.
The floor spins.
I grab for the walls.
My hands slide
on the slippery stones.
A hole opens in the ground.
It widens,
pulling me closer
to the abyss.
I’m falling.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Red hot waves lap at the shore,
bringing with it blood and gore.
Paradise has come to an end.
Death is right around the bend.
Florida will never be the same
once we play The Dead Game.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
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.
Soulonfire
LIPSMACKIN’ GOOD
Waiting for the night to fall.
You’ll be mine once and for all.
THE DEAD GAME
Into the tunnel, we are thrown.
Been more careful if I had known.
We’re falling down a dark abyss.
Please, someone, give us an assist.
We’re falling too hard and fast.
This nightmare better not last.
Our time has come to an end
As we fly around the bend.
The Dead are waiting for us below.
I can hear them yelling out hello.
We land with a thump and a bang.
I’m now facing a big fat fang.
THE DEAD GAME
A DOOR TO THE UNKNOWN
A door sits in Oasis, Florida.
It waits to be opened.
Step over the threshold.
You may step into a dream
of floating stars and planets,
or into your worst nightmare
of demons and the walking dead.
Be careful where you step.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
