WHO GOES THERE?

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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

A LOVE PECK?

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I walk quickly this night

from who lurks out of sight.

The wind gives a whistle and a sigh

as strands of my hair begin to fly.

The moon hides its face.

I pick up my pace.

Shadows surround me.

Footsteps behind me.

Hands around my neck.

Is that a love peck?

He is taking my blood.

I die in a red flood.

THE DEAD GAME

BLOODY SUNRISE

 

The sun rises over the red water,

red from the bloodshed that night.

Bodies wash up on the shore,

vestiges of the parties held that night.

Bloody footsteps mar the shoreline

left by The Dead walking at night.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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BE STILL MY BEATING HEART

BOOK TWO

 

 

I hear the birds in the trees

singing in the warm breeze.

They know who will soon come

to the beat of the drum.

Wolf is back in book two.

He can be me or you

in another body.

He will be somebody

we all know from book one.

He’ll still be The Dead one.

Come and join us in the game.

I promise it won’t be lame. 

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

THE GAMES

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Lights flicker non-stop,

Bodies block my way.

Darkness shows the truth

Never seen by day.

 

Horror clogs my throat,

A weak cry creeps out.

“How did I get here?”

I run as I shout.

 

Arms reach for me.

They want me to stay.

I refuse to join

the games The Dead play.

 

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WHAT’S FOR DESSERT?

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The Dead reign supreme.

They hold life in their hands.

Blood in their teeth.

Bones in their hands.

Humans for dessert.

Cats for practice.

Meow!

THE DEAD GAME

 

THE END FOR ME

The dark woods keeps them hidden.
I know that I’m forbidden
From walking this way.
I must get away.
I hear them moving through the trees.
Let me get away from them, please.
The footsteps are getting louder.
The moon is now high and rounder.
The end...

The dark woods keeps them hidden.
I know that I’m forbidden
From walking this way.
I must get away.
I hear them moving through the trees.
Let me get away from them, please.
The footsteps are getting louder.
The moon is now high and rounder.
The end...

 

The dark woods keeps them hidden.
I know that I’m forbidden
From walking this way.
I must get away.

I hear them moving through the trees.
Let me get away from them, please.
The footsteps are getting louder.
The moon is now high and rounder.

The end for me and the town is near.
A crystal ball I don’t need to peer.
My head bowed and on a bended knee.
And this will still not end well for me.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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THE END IS HERE

 

 

 

They fly against the windows.

Trying to enter the Town Hall.

Our shelter from the storm.

They’ve found us.

Windows break.

Glass rains upon us.

The end has come.

THE DEAD GAME