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Demon rock.
Demon paradise.
A long lost fantasy,
Now as cold as ice.
Who goes there?
Who walks the night?
I can hear your moans,
Your grunts and sighs.
Show yourself tonight.
I want your kind dead.
The sun will rise,
But you won’t.
THE DEAD GAME – Goodbye to Oasis
Waves crashing to shore.
I can’t take much more.
Water hitting my face.
I can’t keep this fast pace.
Creatures at my back.
My world turns to black.
Fear fills me with dread.
It’s the walking dead.
I flee the streets of town,
Sidewalks a muddy brown.
The horrors follow me,
Nowhere safe left for me.
I can see the church’s tower.
It used to be the town’s power.
Now it stands defeated and dark.
I must cut through the shadowed park.
What future is there for this town?
Everything is upside down.
The Dead have come for us at last.
We will soon be part of the past.
THE DEAD GAME
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Look at the pretty sky.
Such beauty way up high.
Clouds drifting by so slowly
Like a shrine to what’s holy.
All of this will soon come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.
Dark shadows will descend onto the sand.
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem–all served with a frown.
Run for your life if you still can.
Danger for each and every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They did not come to play.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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Rising from the deep,
caressed by the moon.
Chest heaving.
Red eyes gleaming,
facing the shore.
Arms of steel
part the waves.
Muscular legs
pump the sand.
Head tilted back
to give a mighty roar.
A beauty to behold.
A deadly presence to face.
Pounding footsteps
follow close behind.
Eating up the miles to town,
where Oasis will stand no more.
THE DEAD GAME
PARADISE LOST
A town full of happiness and joy
Has turned sad like a broken toy.
Where once tourists frolicked in the sun,
Frightened residents are on the run.
Dark shadows roam the eerie night.
Victims abound from their fierce bite.
Hell hath no fury like a vampire’s wrath.
They plow down whoever is in their path.
We must kill the creatures of hell,
Then we’ll have a story to tell
Of how we survived an apocalypse.
A sad but true story from our own lips.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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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
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
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
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
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
