PARADISE LOST AND FOUND

A more beautiful place cannot be,

It faces the waves of the dark sea.

White sand and quiet beaches galore,

You can’t ask for anything more.

Life is perfect as can be.

Come and frolic with me.

Tourists visit from far and wide.

Oasis is Florida’s pride.

Beware when The Dead descend.

We can no longer pretend

This is a perfect place to be

As The Dead rise up from the sea.

Darkness brings flying creatures and death.

Beware that this won’t be your last breath.

THE DEAD GAME

by Susanne Leist

HE LIGHTS MY FIRE

He lights my fire

to take me higher.

The town’s on fire,

set by the sire.

He comes tonight

for the big fight.

He comes for me

from the dark sea.

PREY FOR THE DEAD

by Susanne Leist

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VACATION FROM HELL

Death has reached our shore.
More playtime in store.
A vacation this will not be,
But a horror for you and me.

♦THE DEAD GAME♦
by Susanne Leist

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A SMALL TOWN

A town of sea breezes, long evening walks, and colorful sunsets. A quaint Florida town with parties on the beach, friendly townspeople, and THE DEAD. No town is perfect. THE DEAD GAME Kindle http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP Nook http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

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A town of sea breezes,

long evening walks,

and colorful sunsets.

A quaint Florida town

with parties on the beach,

friendly townspeople,

and THE DEAD.

No town is perfect.

THE DEAD GAME

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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

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.

ALONE WITH NATURE

 

 

Alone with nature,

a feeling like no other.

A sky filled with birds,

purple with the fading sun.

Sea breezes wrap around me,

cocooning me with their mist.

Life stands still for this picture,

a glimpse of heaven from above.

TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

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TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

Palm trees wave in the sea breeze.

A taste of salt water teases the air.

Shallow waves in blues and greens fan the shore.

Lush greenery as far as the eye can see.

Too good to be true?

Does a place like this exist?

It does exist in Oasis, Florida.

A small community nestled on the beach.

Brilliant white sand sparkles in the afternoon sun.

Tourists sunbathe beside the hotel’s pool.

But at night the climate changes.

Gone is the feeling of peace and serenity.

Gone are the warm trade winds.

Instead, the cold winds bring dark shadows.

The Dead have come to Oasis.

THE DEAD GAME

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A WALK BY THE SEA

 

 

A walk by the sea

is waiting for me.

Salt in my hair,

please join me here.

We should take this opportunity

before we can hit our next thirty.

Chances like this are rare.

We are are a lucky pair

to walk along the beach

so close within our reach.