TIMES HARD TO BEAR

A town where the snow is black,

bringing coldness & fear.

Old remnants of tears held back

& times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,

fear covers in disarray.

Anguished & frozen with pain,

dark petals fall in dismay.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

A BLANKET OF ORANGE & RED

Among the tombstones,

Butterflies are aflutter.

A blanket of orange & red

falls to cover the green.

Sighs cut the silence

Like a sharp knife.

Beneath the ground,

The Dead wait.

The leaves lift in the wind,

Twirling to form shapes.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

by Susanne Leist

The Moonlit Forest

Walk with me through the moonlit forest.
Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,
held aloft by our love and passion.

Follow me through the endless night
to a land where no man walks,
and love has no bounds or shackles.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES
by Susanne Leist

LIVING

Source: aqua-regia009

LIVING

Seek and you shall find

what the mind may hide.

Follow the soft sighs

to where the bird flies.

Dig deeper into your dream

as you float with the stream.

Time will never end

nor will it ever bend.

Enjoy the here and now

as I give my last bow.