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
RED HOT
sand
TRAVEL WITH ME
From here I can see
the wonderful sea.
I step through the door
and stand at the shore.
The sand is soft beneath my feet.
I’m sure I’ve found a pleasant treat.
Then a metal door swipes across the sky,
removing the sunshine from the blue sky.
Trapped in a replica of my town,
I watch the sand turn a shade of brown.
The longed-for peace won’t be won
since I’ve trusted the wrong one.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
THE PERFECT PARADISE
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The perfect oasis where dreams come true.
Palm trees wave their arms in the warm breeze.
Birds sing a happy tune above the blue.
Until the night exhales its cold breath.
Torrents of wind dig through the white sand.
Where dark shadows leave no footprints.
And tourists remain innocent no more.
THE DEAD GAME
A PERFECT OASIS
Palm trees waving in the breeze.
Blue-green water for me, please.
White sand sparkles in the sun.
Tourists frolic and have fun.
A perfect oasis for the elite.
Many celebrities you might meet.
The night brings icy winds
and demons’ deadly sins.
Dark shadows descend on the town.
My life has turned upside down.
NEED TO GET AWAY?
Come to our shore.
There are demons
and much more.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
ROLLING WAVES
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The waves roll to shore
With a bang.
A barrage of water
To lift the debris,
To clear the way.
For The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES by Susanne Leist
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A FORCE
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Waves hit the rocks
with frozen blocks.
They plow through the sand,
sharp claws in their hand.
They ravage the shore,
coming back for more.
A battle with no end.
A force we cannot bend.
IN THE NIGHT
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IN THE NIGHT
They come in the night,
footsteps in the sand.
They climb through windows
to visit the sleeping.
They take recruits
while others rest in peace.
In time for the morning sun,
the footsteps are gone.
THE DEAD GAME
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RED IN ITS ANGER
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.
I WALK
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Purple sprays my face.
Orange blinds my eyes.
Ice coats my toes.
Salt whips my hair.
I shut my eyes and walk.
My heels dig into the wet sand.
I move deeper into the water.
Waves attack my shivering body.
I waver for a moment.
Then I continue my journey.
I slit my eyes open.
The sky burns red.
The sun has lowered its face.
I stand in icy water in muted colors of amber.
Time to return to the shore.
Or not.
I continue to walk.
SUSANNE LEIST 