WELCOME THE NIGHT


Welcome the night

And its friend, the moon.
Don’t take flight
From the man in the moon.

Let the moon take over

From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover
Without hesitation or pain.

A thick blanket will fall,

Covering the earth with security.
Darkness will cover all
With its grace and purity.

The stars will twinkle and shine.

For the sun, do not pine.
It will return tomorrow morning
With no need for any worrying.

BENEATH THE TREE

 

Beneath the tree

 

The tree appears dark and looming.

It could use some proper grooming.

 

I want to take a walk between its legs,

growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.

 

By its rules, we must strictly abide.

Imagine the secrets it must hide.

 

Come walk with me in its dark shade.

Through the fallen leaves we will wade.

 

A canopy of leaves above our heads

As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.

FROM THE DEEP

Wave From the Deep

 

They come from the deep.

They come when you sleep.

 

On waves of ice and stone,

They’ll burn you to the bone.

 

Fire burns hot in the ice.

The demons cut a deep slice.

 

Stay far from the shore,

Or they’ll ask for more.

 

THE DEAD GAME SERIES by Susanne Leist

 

 

TIME TO SLEEP

 

Hello, it’s just me.

Sitting in the dark.

I’m fun as can be.

A day at the park.

I’m here when you sleep.

Your worst nightmare.

Can you see its legs

Climbing your hair?

Can you feel it? 

It is black and furry.

Don’t go back to sleep

Or you’ll see blurry.

Did it bite your neck?

I can see the mark.

Just a little peck.

The room goes dark.

THE EMPTY STAIRCASE

 

I close my eyes to sleep,

and what do I see?

The staircase from my past.

The stairs from my

elementary school.

I can hear the children’s voices

as they climb the stairs to classes.

I hear their shouts as they descend

to the basement for lunch.

I can’t see their faces.

I only hear their voices.

The staircase waits for me.

If I return,

will my dream go away?

I drift back to sleep and

dream of the empty staircase.

RED LACE

 

 

RED LACE

I will lay down my head to sleep

Beneath a canopy so deep.

Soft leaves curl around my face,

Covering me in red lace.

Sticks of trees protect my sides.

Perfect place for one who hides.

The sun peeks in between the red,

The rays of sunshine warm my head.

THE LIGHT

 

 

Take me to the bright light that shimmers

in the far reaches of the forest.

I lay my head on a thick bed of grass.

A blanket of flowers for my cover.

Sleeps takes me away from here

to a place where there’s no fear.

I fly above the branches

and gaze at my sleeping form.

Contentment relaxes my face.

My eyelids flicker in my dream.

Too soon it will be night,

bringing the dark and cold.

I must return tomorrow

to see how my dream unfolds.