A TOWN WITH BLOODY SECRETS

 


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 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.


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.
There’s death for each and every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They did not come to play.

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BLOOD RED

 

 

A red glow lights the street,

falling right at our feet.

We pound the pavements in fright,

fleeing the force of the night.

Vibrations hit the ground

from thunder all around.

The street light sways and groans

as we head for our homes.

Who will save us from these creatures

that torment and won’t release us?

I can see the road ahead.

I hope it leads to my bed.

I can’t take another night

of this endless, losing fight.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

RED HOT

 

 

Red hot waves lap at the shore,

Bringing with it, blood and gore.

Paradise has come to an end.

The Dead are right around the bend.

Death is their evening delight.

They descend with all of their might.

Florida will never be the same

Once it becomes part of The Dead Game.

 

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THE ROAD TO OASIS

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Take the road to Oasis.
A bright and sunny road
Filled with wishes and dreams.
No worries or despairs.

The Oasis Hotel waits with open arms.
High archways invite sea breezes.
Tourists lounge by the pool. 
No worries or despairs.

Until night falls.
Dark shadows appear on the streets
And on the white-sanded beach.
No worries or despairs.

No worries or despairs
For those who take care.
Death for those who do not.

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A BOOK OF EVIL

 

 

 

A book of evil.

A book of the devil.

Worshippers of death.

Does it exist?

Does it have a cult of followers?

It does in Oasis, Florida.

It’s revered and honored.

Welcome to Oasis.

Enjoy your stay.

THE DEAD GAME

WHY DO WE WRITE?

THE HOUSE WITHIN

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The wind blows through the trees,

ruffling the blanket of grass,

striking a path through the woods.

The path leads the way

to the house within,

to End House at Oasis.

 

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OASIS

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OASIS

A more beautiful place cannot be.

It faces the waves of the dark sea.

White sand and quiet beaches galore.

You can’t ask for anything more.

Life is perfect as can be.

Come and frolic with me.

Tourists visit from far and wide.

Oasis is Florida’s pride.

Beware when The Dead descend.

We can no longer pretend

This is a perfect place to be

As The Dead rise up from the sea.

Darkness brings flying creatures and death.

Beware that this won’t be your last breath.

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DEMON ROCK

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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.