Source:travel-story
A beautiful fall day.
A pebbled path through the red.
I’ve come outside to play.
Fantasies flow through my head.
The leaves glitter red
Until the day turns dark.
I’m safe in my bed,
A red swirl in the park.
Rain pelts the park.
The wind cackles.
I flee in the dark
On raised hackles.
The path is gone.
Night has come too soon.
The path is gone,
Lost in the full moon.
what we feel in our hearts.
As the day comes to an end,
we must face the night.
Turn not your face away.
Dare not take a step back.
Bear the brunt of the red moon
as it burns through your empty soul.
Can I hide my fear
as the vampire draws near?
I feel his surprise
as I raise my eyes.
He hands me a red rose
as I rise on my toes.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
Red hot waves lap at the shore,
bringing with them blood and gore.
Paradise has come to an end.
Death is right around the bend.
Florida will never be the same
once we play The Dead Game.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
Alexander Calder, Sumac V. 1953.
A glow in the night
will lead me astray
from the moon’s light
to where I can’t say.
Bloody prints mark the way
to a small town on the shore.
At the end of the day,
we are at the devil’s door.
Time has no meaning or reason.
You can travel forward or back.
Death will follow with each season.
It is past time for me to pack.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
A WITCH’S BREW
Our paradise is lost,
Never to return again.
To the winds, we are tossed,
Peace to be replaced by 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 SERIES
The storm approaches the shore.
A spray of water hits my face.
The salty breeze lifts tendrils of hair.
Palm trees sway and bend.
The sand ripples
from the increasing wind.
Birds flee for safety.
Waves crash against the rocks.
The sky darkens to red in its anger,
raining tears across the land and sea.
When will it end?
Once the sky calms,
the sun will shine.
The birds will return.
The tantrum will be over.
Red is the sun’s last ray
as it sets for the day.
Red is my vision as I watch you play.
Red is the desire I feel
for you each day.
Red is your blood now
flowing through my veins.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
RED LACE
I will lay down my head to sleep
Beneath a canopy so deep.
Soft leaves curl around my face,
Covering me in red lace.
Sticks of trees protect my sides.
Perfect place for one who hides.
The sun peeks in between the red,
The rays of sunshine warm my head.
THE DEAD GAME
SUSANNE LEIST 