CRIMSON

 

Shades of red fall from the sky,

Puddles of crimson from high.

I’m covered by the bloody hue.

I refuse to stay here with you.

 

Time travel has brought us here.

I refuse to live in fear.

A fake town is not for me.

Why can’t you let me be free?

 

Demons hide in this forsaken place.

Don’t bother to show me your true face.

I know what you really are.

From here, I want to be far.

 

PREY FOR THE DEAD

TEARS FROM HEAVEN

 

 

The sun hits my face.

Clouds are soon

followed by raindrops,

Tears from heaven.

Between the sun and clouds

they fall.

Propelled by the soft wind,

They blur my vision,

Stop me in my tracks,

Cause me to face the sky,

To the heavens,

To the source.

WHITE BLANKET

Source:

 

Look to the glowing skies,

Magic before my eyes.

Snow flutters to the ground

Without even a sound.

Masking the dirt with white,

So pretty and so bright.

I hope it can remain this way,

A blanket for one more day.

 

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