(Source: stendec)
I look out the window
and what do I see?
A storm growing in force
and coming for me.
Death comes to town.
It has its own name.
The one that I know
is called The Dead Game.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
COMING FOR ME
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SUNSET
Cape Cod July 2013_-60 (by jackfrench)
Sunset brings the night,
With it dark shadows.
Hues of red fill the humid air,
Followed by high-pitched howls.
Residents hide behind locked doors,
As tourists huddle in their hotel.
The town waits deserted and quiet,
While the dark forest rumbles with music.
Dignitaries fly in from around the world,
Their limousines line the wooded paths.
Guests mingle and laugh in the glass house,
Where lifelike glass statues watch them.
Beneath it all lies an undercurrent.
One of evil and despair.
THE DEAD GAME
CHANTING IN THE BREEZE
A breeze blows from the ocean.
One that smooths the white sand.
Feeling like the soft flutter of
a rose petal against your skin.
The sea breeze carries chanting.
Why do we hear it at night?
Are spells being cast in Oasis?
Only The Dead know and they’re not talking.
THE DEAD GAME
NO SUN
The moon shines bright on us all.
It has made the sun’s face fall.
It takes over the night from now on.
No more heat from its favorite sun.
Oasis will exist in the dark.
It’s scary in this deserted park.
I must get home before it’s too late.
Before my fate is sealed on this date.
THE DEAD GAME
A WITCH’S BREW
A WITCH’S BREW
Our paradise is lost,
Coldness seizes the day.
To the winds we are tossed,
For our sins we must pay.
Like a cold witch’s brew,
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.
THE DEAD GAME
Another night in Oasis
The clouds drift by.
The moon casts its glare.
Time moves in slow motion.
Florida weaves its spell.
The town is asleep.
There’s a rustle in the trees.
A cry in the night.
A hint of evil.
A whisper of things to come.
A body left on shore.
Will there be more?
Another night in Oasis, Florida.
THE DEAD GAME
PARADISE LOST
Source:sandylamu
Trees fill the conservatory.
Wolf leads us inside.
A domed paradise of greenery.
We follow him through bushes
that move to a music all their own.
Humid air coats our skin.
The ground shivers beneath our feet.
The trees lift up their massive roots.
Scraggly arms reach for us.
Time to leave this artificial paradise.
THE DEAD GAME
PARADISE LOST
Source:insane—world
The light grows too dim.
But I can see him.
He follows close behind.
But me he will not find.
I will hide in the tree.
He’ll think I’m out to sea.
The sun is setting.
Me, he’s not getting.
He’ll snatch another mortal.
Before he returns to his portal.
To his hole in the ground.
That’s where he will be found.
With his kind he will play
Until dawn the next day.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
END HOUSE
END HOUSE AT OASIS
The house waits for you.
It breathes.
It sits in the dark.
With its skeletons.
Its sad memories.
No one visits.
No one to fall victim.
Until the party.
The party that sets
into motion
a series of events.
Events that will bring
murder and revenge
to Oasis, Florida.
It sits.
It waits.
For you.
THE DEAD GAME
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ONLY A DREAM
The green waves grow in force.
Digging in to the shore.
Wolf rides in on a horse.
Leaving me wanting more.
I open my eyes.
I’m in my own bed.
I can hear soft sighs.
From inside my head.
‘Only a dream,’ I say.
Wolf will make us all pay.
He’ll come for me today.
On this dark and cold day.
THE DEAD GAME
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