FLORIDA FUN

No vampires in the hot sun.

It’s Florida’s playground for fun.

The nights are their chosen den.

Come and frolic in their playpen.

♦

THE DEAD GAME

♦

by Susanne Leist

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HOTTER THAN HELL

 

 

Hotter than hell is their playground.

Beneath layers of rocks and dirt.

They wait for their day of salvation.

When they can ride in the storm.

They grow impatient for the invasion.

The end of life as we know it.

I can hear their cries blowing in the wind.

The whispers brought forth from below.

It’s time for us to gather ammunition.

Before our poor town is nothing at all.

THE DEAD GAME

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HOTTER THAN HELL

 

Hotter than hell is their playground.

Beneath layers of rocks and dirt.

They wait for their day of salvation.

When they can ride in the storm.

They grow impatient for the invasion.

The end of life as we know it.

I can hear their cries blowing in the wind.

The whispers brought forth from below.

It’s time for us to gather ammunition.

Before our poor town is nothing at all.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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STAY AWAY

 

The woods belong to us.

Night is our playground.

Day becomes our night.

Stay far from our den.

Our members play rough.

The Dead want no visitors.

THE DEAD GAME

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MY NEXT STOP

Oasis is my next stop.

The Dead’s playground.

I can hear their cries.

Tourists caught in their traps.

Residents falling for their lures.

They haven’t been warned.

Weren’t told to stay away.

A den of evil in paradise.

It’s now my turn to retrieve.

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

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Nook

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HOTTER THAN HELL

Hotter than hell is their playground.

Beneath layers of rocks and dirt.

They wait for their day of salvation.

When they can ride in the storm.

They grow impatient for the invasion.

The end of life as we know it.

I can hear their cries blowing in the wind.

The whispers brought forth from below.

It’s time for us to gather ammunition.

Before our poor town is nothing at all.

THE DEAD GAME

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REALM OF THE DEAD

 

They fly through the trees.

Over the deadly mist.

Landing in the forest.

Where no man walks.

No light penetrates.

No laughter follows.

The realm of The Dead.

Their nightly playground.

Games with no survivors.

THE DEAD GAME

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