THE DEAD ARE HERE TO STAY

beach scene

 

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

coiour-my-world:
“ moonstruck
”
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...

 

coiour-my-world:

 

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

Green Waves

 

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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COMING FOR ME

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.
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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

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SUNSET

mistymorningme:
“ 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...

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.

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CHANTING IN THE BREEZE

Chanting could be heard in the warm breeze.  A breeze that blows in from the ocean and  smooths the white sand.  A breeze that feels like the soft flutter of  a rose petal against your skin.  Where is the chanting coming from?  Who is doing the chanting?  What do we only hear it at night?  Are spells being cast in Oasis?  Only The Dead know and they’re not talking.  THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST  http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist    http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881 

 

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...

 

 

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

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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...

 

lifeisthefight:

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

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PARADISE LOST

Source:

 

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