TAKE ME AWAY

TAKE ME AWAY


Take me away to better times.
To sun-drenched beaches.
To waving palm trees.
To rolling waves.
To better places.
To warm trade winds.
To white-sand beaches.
To bright sunshine.
To us.

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DAYDREAM

Water in waves of blue and green.
Nothing can be so clear and clean.
Sunshine beating down on my head.
I have made the soft sand my bed.
Palm trees fan the warm ocean air.
I can feel the breeze in my hair.
A place like this must exist.
A dream like...

 

 

Water in waves of blue and green.

Nothing can be so clear and clean.

Sunshine beating down on my head.

I have made the soft sand my bed.

Palm trees fan the warm ocean air.

I can feel the breeze in my hair.

A place like this must exist.

A dream like this I can’t resist.

 

AN OASIS

 

An oasis where dreams come true,

Palm trees wave in the warm breezes.

Birds sing a happy tune of their own

Until the night exhales its cold breath.

Torrents of wind fly across the sand,

Covering all footsteps of the night before.

Dark shadows leave behind no evidence,

And tourists remain innocent no more.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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FROZEN BEACHES

Silence reigns supreme.
The sun hides its face.
Palm trees shake their leaves.
Winds pick up their pace.
Hotel stands deserted.
Flapping sounds fill the air.
Dark shadows join the fray
Beneath his icy stare.
THE DEAD...

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Silence reigns supreme.

The sun hides its face.

Palm trees shake their leaves.

Winds pick up their pace.

 

Hotel stands deserted.

Flapping sounds fill the air.

Dark shadows join the fray

Beneath his icy stare.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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HIS PASSION MOUNTS

 

Storm is coming.

Hitting the shore.

Palm trees flying.

And so much more.

 

Anger raises the waves.

Passion kicks up the sand.

Fear hides behind clouds.

Marching in like a band.

 

I know he is here.

I hide from his face.

He’s coming for me.

Clouds pick up the pace.

 

His anger brings passion and fear.

Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.

His can easily moves mountains.

For me he moves the sky above.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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CALM BEFORE THE STORM

 

The Dead are rising.

Cemeteries and crypts will be busy.

Wine will be flowing and so will the blood.

Come out, come out wherever you are!

 

 

Time is passing.

Night is approaching.

The moon is rising.

Dark shadows will walk the streets.

Take shelter before it is too late, 

before you become one with the shadows.

 

 

Life can change in seconds.

The sun can be shining.

Then in moments,

you’re engulfed in a storm.

Palm trees are swaying in the wind.

Rooftops are flying.

The Dead don’t take prisoners.

 

THE DEAD GAME

A NIP IN THE AIR

 

A nip in the air.

A chill in my bones.

The Dead will be here.

And in our own homes.

 

Palm trees will shiver.

The whole ground will quake.

Up from the river.

Or the nearest lake.

 

Take me far away.

From this creepy place.

Let us run and pray.

Make an about face.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

 

STOP!

 

Stop!

Go no farther.

Oasis lies ahead.

A town of mystery.

Disappearances.

Unsolved murders.

Amidst the palm trees

and isolated beaches,

lies an evil so deadly

that the undead are afraid.

Turn around.

Go home.

Before The Dead see you.

THE DEAD GAME

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RUN FOR SHELTER

 

Run for shelter.

Take cover.

Our picnic is over.

The storm is coming closer.

The waves are growing taller.

The palm trees are waving their branches.

The weather was perfect.

Now the heavens have opened.

Lightning is flashing across the sky.

Followed by loud rumblings of thunder.

We must we get to the Town Hall in time.

Those are rooftops flying over our heads.

What else can happen?

Find out in THE DEAD GAME.

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