A BLANKET OF ORANGE & RED

Among the tombstones,

Butterflies are aflutter.

A blanket of orange & red

falls to cover the green.

Sighs cut the silence

Like a sharp knife.

Beneath the ground,

The Dead wait.

The leaves lift in the wind,

Twirling to form shapes.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

by Susanne Leist

SILENCE REIGNS SUPREME

Silence reigns supreme.
The sun hides its face.
Palm trees shake their leaves.
Winds pick up their pace.
Hotel stands deserted.
Flapping sounds fill the air.
Dark shadows join the fray
Beneath his icy stare.
THE DEAD...

 

Silence reigns supreme.

The sun hides its face.

Palm trees shake their leaves.

Winds quicken their pace.

 

The hotel’s deserted.

Flapping sounds fill the air.

Dark shadows join the fray

beneath his icy stare.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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SILENT FEET

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They walk on silent feet

through the forest so deep.

I must keep moving my feet

without stopping to sleep.

 

The howling wind plays their song

of bloody deaths for us all.

They’re not for this place for long.

They wait for the town to fall.

 

They are surrounding me.

I can’t outrun their reach.

Somehow I must get free

and make it to the beach.

 

The ground is opening.

Sadly I know for whom.

I’m falling in a hole

that will soon be my tomb.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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UNWANTED FOOTSTEPS

 

 

Silence sweeps the streets clean.

No voices to mark the white surface.

A cold wind brushes away

prints of unwanted footsteps.

Lights in the distance

warn us of inhabitants.

Ignore those earthly reminders

of noise and commotion.

Instead, enjoy the serenity

nature presents to us.

STARRY NIGHT