RISE WITH THE MOON

 

Roses grow between the graves.

Curling their fingers around the stones.

Waiting for the evil ones to rise.

From dungeons beneath the earth.

Where they’ve been banished.

For the games they’ve played.

On the living they’ve blooded.

Rise with the moon.

Come with the night.

Take hold of our stems.

Blood red we’ve become.

THE DEAD GAME

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RED ROSES FADE TO BLACK

Oasis, Florida is a vacation paradise<br /> with red rose bushes and calm blue waters.<br /> At night evil walks the streets,<br /> turning the beautiful roses to black.<br /> THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST<br /> http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

Oasis, Florida is a vacation paradise

with red rose bushes and calm blue waters.

At night evil walks the streets,

turning the beautiful roses to black.

THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

A GARDEN OF FLOWERS

atraversso:<br /> Come and explore my daydream with me.<br /> We are in a garden full of flowers.<br /> The birds are chirping.<br /> The leaves are rustling in the trees<br /> as a soft wind blows.<br /> A stone staircase looms before us.<br /> If we follow this staircase,<br /> where do you think it would take us?<br /> To another garden or to a quaint house?<br /> Let me close my eyes.<br /> I see another garden with peach trees.<br /> Beneath the shade of the trees,<br /> sits a lone bench surrounded by red roses.<br /> I sit down on the bench to enjoy the view.<br /> Achoo!<br /> I forgot it’s allergy season and I’m allergic to roses.<br /> If you don’t like this ending, you can imagine<br /> any ending you would like.<br /> That’s the beauty of your imagination.</p> <p>

atraversso:

Come and explore my daydream with me.

We are in a garden full of flowers.

The birds are chirping.

The leaves are rustling in the trees

as a soft wind blows.

A stone staircase looms before us.

If we follow this staircase,

where do you think it would take us?

To another garden or to a quaint house?

Let me close my eyes.

I see a secluded garden with peach trees.

Beneath the shade of the trees,

sits a lone bench surrounded by red roses.

I sit down on the bench to enjoy the view.

Achoo!

I forgot it’s allergy season and I’m allergic to roses.

If you don’t like this ending, you can imagine

any ending you would like.

That’s the beauty of your imagination.