THE DEAD AND GONE

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THE DEAD AND GONE

A town where the snow is black,

bringing coldness and fear.

Old remnants of tears held back,

and times too hard to bear.

 

Woven from black sheets of rain,

fear covers in disarray.

Anguished and frozen with pain,

dark petals fall in dismay.

 

Hell has come to Oasis,

The Dead and gone at its side.

Now hidden behind faces

that are well-known far and wide.

 

Who will fall prey to The Dead?

I hope it is not me.

I’m hiding under my bed.

I’m afraid as I can be.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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RIDE WITH THE WIND

 

 

RIDE WITH THE WIND

The Dead ride the night.
They ride with the wind.
The daylight is their enemy.
Lock your doors.
Cover your windows.
You might be next.
They are a select group.
They torment their victims.
They are bloodthirsty.
See you in hell.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE DARKNESS INSIDE

Teeth glisten in the dark as I walk through the park. I stop in my tracks in fear, not knowing what can be near.   I stand quietly and listen, but I only see the glisten. Soft footsteps ring out behind me. I’m not waiting around to see.   Then I happen to glance down, and my face droops in a frown. The fanged smile floats on the lily pond. Of my reflection, I’m not so fond.   It reveals the darkness inside that I’ve always failed to hide.

THE DARK FOREST

 

THE DARK FOREST

Follow the path.
Deep into the forest.
Ignore the howls.

Don’t turn back.
Soon you’ll be there.
Be prepared for a surprise.

A party at a deserted house.
End House waits.
And so do The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

THE VELVET ROOM

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THE VELVET ROOM

I enter the room of blood-red walls.

I pass the velvet furniture

and step in front of the mirror.

The lamps on either side flicker.

The glass turns foggy

until I can’t see my face.

Mist swirls around my features

like snakes roaming a corpse.

The fireplace at my feet sparks.

Heat suffuses my body,

beginning at my feet.

The fog clears in the mirror.

The face doesn’t belong to me.

An old woman’s face.

She has my features and eyes,

but she’s wrinkled and bony.

A smile lifts the corners of her mouth.

I touch my mouth.

I’m not smiling.

An arm in the mirror

wraps around her scrawny neck.

A snap.

Her head tilts at a strange angle.

Lifeless stare past me.

A hand touches my shoulder.

I scream and run from the room.

Laughter follows me from the house.

I will never return.

by Susanne Leist

FOLLOW THE CANDLES

 

FOLLOW THE CANDLES

Follow the candles
to where they lead.
Along the dark corridor, you walk,
expecting a monster at every corner.
No one appears.
No sounds break the dead quiet.
Along the corridor, you go,
waiting for something or someone.
You see darkness and candles.
A door appears at the end.
It creaks open.
Do you want to see the other side?
Human nature propels you
into the dark gloom.
What happens next?
The answer is hidden in the
inner recesses of your mind.
Follow your nightmare to its end.
Hurry before you wake.
There’s no turning back.

The Dead are waiting.

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THE NIGHT COMES

 

 

The night comes,

Dragging its feet,

Lurking in the corners.

Come to me.

I can’t wait much longer.

Your time is limited.

Enter my domain.

The wind sighs.

The moon shows its face.

The birds flee.

The spirits rise.

Yes, move closer.