The sky glows red
with anger.
It shrieks thunder.
It rains tears.
Lightning sizzles
across its angry face.
Wait.
Watch.
Listen.
The sky is still in command.
It shows its wrath.
Then it grows calm
and releases the blue skies.
RED SKY
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RED SUNSET
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Sunset brings shadows with the night.
Birds of prey take off in dark flight.
Hues of red fill the night air.
High-pitched howls sound too near.
Residents hide behind locked doors.
Is that blood seeping through the floors?
The forest rumbles with song and laughter.
Night parties filled to every rafter.
Limousines line the path to the glass house
Glass statues watch them, quiet as a mouse.
Dancing halts at the strike of midnight,
Twirling figures freeze in the moonlight.
THE DEAD GAME
IN THE RED SKY
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A sliver in the red sky
Sparkling in its own right.
Higher than the birds can fly,
Stars bow to its greater might.
POWERPLAY
POWERPLAY
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Jagged fingers slice through the air.
A dance of the gods for mere mortals.
We hold our breaths as they sizzle and play.
The clouds keep them in place in defiance.
The ground rumbles in dismay at their power play.
The wind and rain fight to divert their direction.
Their aim is compromised by their enemies.
They hold strong and band together.
But the gods and nature block their path.
The earth is saved from ruin on this day.
But they’ll be back again another day.
AN ANGRY SKY
An angry sky.
Its face turns red.
It shrieks thunder.
It rains tears.
Hair on fire.
In control.
It will show its wrath.
PUDDLES OF CRIMSON
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Shades of red fall from the sky,
Reaching the ground in puddles of crimson.
Footsteps of The Dead linger around Oasis.
Taking their victims in their mighty thrall.
Red keeps falling from the darkening sky.
Covering the grass and trees with its hue.
My face burns hot from its touch.
My heart beats blood in quickening tempo.
The Dead are tracking me through the woods.
I will be one with them all too soon.
THE DEAD GAME
RED SKY
A sliver in the red sky.
Sparkling in its own right.
Higher than the birds can fly.
Stars bow to its greater might.
A WITCH’S BREW
A paradise is now lost and gone,
Never to be found again.
Whomever the demons come upon,
No more peace but only pain.
Like a cold witch’s brew.
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.
THE DEAD GAME
RED SKY
The sky is angry.
Its face is turning red.
It’s not happy.
It might shriek thunder.
It might rain tears.
It might turn its hair on fire.
Wait.
Watch.
Listen.
The sky is in command.
It will show its wrath.
SUSANNE LEIST 