ALONE IN A CEMETERY
The mist paints a grey.
Hissing winds sound fey.
The trees sway in tune
Under the blue moon.
With long robes, they sweep toward me.
Darker shadows they cannot be.
A statue looms in the distance.
I cannot offer resistance.
An angel turns her face to me.
A wicked grin for all to see.
Her white wings spread wide.
Time for me to hide.
THE HUNT
It first comes slowly
In the dead of night,
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It speeds up.
You dash into a building.
It soon follows.
It brings silence.
You can feel its presence,
Coming closer.
It’s now moving rapidly
Down the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
They are all locked.
You turn,
Close your eyes
And stand firm.
The darkness descends.
Lights flicker non-stop,
Bodies block my way.
Darkness shows the truth
Never seen by day.
Horror clogs my throat,
A weak cry creeps out.
“How did I get here?”
I run as I shout.
Arms reach for me.
They want me to stay.
I refuse to join
the games The Dead play.
THE DEAD GAME
How did I come to be here?
Cold wrapped around me in fear.
No matter how far I walk.
I could hear them move and talk.
Muttering curses on me.
But faces I cannot see.
They surround me on each side.
There’s nowhere for me to hide.
I must get out of here soon.
Before the next full moon.
THE DEAD GAME
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Evil waits for you and me.
Beneath the tall cypress tree.
It comes in the dark of night.
Won’t leave without a good fright.
The mausoleum is dark.
We only came on a lark.
Time for us to run and go.
The wind says, “I don’t think so.”
THE DEAD GAME
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The waves are churning.
My face is burning.
What’s coming for me.
I don’t want to see.
It rises from the deep.
When all are fast asleep.
The Dead come ashore.
For me they’ve come for.
There’s nowhere to run or hide.
I refuse to take their side.
The Dead will not win.
They’re dripping with sin.
THE DEAD GAME
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I see the men.
They are walking.
Through the cold forest.
Moving closer to my house.
Snow swirls around them.
Their feet crunch on the ice.
There are four of them.
Why are they here?
Four men of the night.
The window mists from my breath.
It fogs my view of them.
I must run.
I must hide.
The four men.
THE HUNT
It comes slowly.
In the night.
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It speeds up.
You dash into a building.
An empty school.
It follows.
You can feel its presence.
You run faster.
Down the deserted hallways.
Checking the doors.
Locked.
You turn around.
Darkness descends.
The light grows too dim.
But I can see him.
He follows close behind.
But me he will not find.
I will hide in the tree.
He’ll think I’m out to sea.
The sun is setting.
Me, he’s not getting.
He’ll snatch another mortal.
Before he returns to his portal.
To his hole in the ground.
That’s where he will be found.
With his kind he will play
Until dawn the next day.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
A house balanced at the edge.
Daring all to enter its domain.
A black invitation in hand.
We go to the party.
Faced with deadly traps.
We run for our lives.
Down the rocks.
To the beach.
Winds bashing our faces.
Lightning lighting our way.
To the park.
To a gazebo lit by candles.
A hanging body inside.
Will this night ever end?
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
