The house welcomes.
It creaks.
It sighs.
The front door drifts open.
We step inside.
Gargoyles stand sentinel
on the staircase.
Their eyes follow our path
past the flickering candles.
An icy wind brushes our skin
with unseen fingers.
Shadows move and sway
in the dark hallway.
The front door locks behind us.
End House has spoken.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Why do we love vampire books?
Is it the blood and gore or the hot romance?
I read them because no one is dead forever.
Even after vanquished, a vampire can return.
. 
PREY FOR THE DEAD
He lights my fire to take me higher.
The town’s on fire, set by the sire.
He comes tonight for the big fight.
He comes for me from the dark sea.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
Palm trees sway in the sea breeze.
Free our town from evil, please.
We need to wipe the slate clean.
No demons or vampires to be seen.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
