A PERFECT OASIS

 

A PERFECT OASIS

 

A perfect oasis on the shore.

You could not ask for anything more.

Sun and surf during the day,

But at night there’s hell to pay.

 

The waves welcome daily swimmers,

But at night there are no winners.

Afraid to venture out after dark,

Residents stay clear of the town park.

 

One night, a hanging party is had

By the dark creatures who are plain bad.

Our town is plagued by darkness and woe.

We don’t even know who is our foe.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

THE EDGE

 

 

We have reached the edge.

Nowhere left to go.

We escaped the party.

The deadly game from hell.

 

Let’s jump into the ocean.

Swim our way to shore.

To the beach filled with tourists.

Where help can be found.

 

We can’t return to End House.

The evil house of illusions.

Filled with traps and dead bodies.

We will never return.

 

Come, take my hand.

Let’s fly off the rocks.

Soar through the air.

Like a pair of white doves.

 

Footsteps behind us.

Creatures fly above.

The time is now or never.

To take our chance.

 

THE DEAD GAME

CHURNING

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The sea churns.

It burns with anger.

Waves of passion.

Ready to strike.

It will hit the shore.

So be prepared.

The Dead return.

For you and me.

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BRING THE PAIN

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The sun hides its head

While the waves rage on.

The clouds turn away

While blood rushes on.

The moon shies away

While the tide meets rock.

Faces hide in vain

While the seas bring the pain.

HARMONY OF THE SENSES

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The rustle of the grass

as I make my way past.

The hard waves against the shore

echo memories and more.

The soft feel of the white sand

as I touch toes to the land.

The cries of the seagulls

as they dip to check holes.

A harmony of the senses.

A feast to cover all tenses.

Past, present, future converge

to bring pleasure to this splurge.

THE CRIMSON REFLECTION

 

 

THE CRIMSON REFLECTION

 

The sky’s crimson reflection

mars the ocean’s blue surface.

As the sun sets for the night,

it hides behind the darkening clouds.

The sky dips into its bag of tricks

to bring forth a yellowed moon.

As the sky becomes inky black,

the water flows blood red.

From the murky depths,

dark creatures rise this night.

Onto our crisp white shores, they walk,

leaving bloody footprints in the sand.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist