World of Darkness
Are we ever alone?
Do we carry with us
the spirits of the past;
the loved ones who
have passed?
I can feel them
and sometimes see them.
Can you?
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ARE WE EVER ALONE?
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THE HOUSE
An entity all its own.
A living,
breathing
force.
The walls hold secrets
of times gone by,
memories of long ago.
The house keeps
its secrets close.
REACH FOR THE HEAVENS
Source:love-personal
Pink climbs to heaven
on bristling leaves.
Fuchsia steps up
the balconies.
It covers our world
with vibrancy.
Cheering us on
our gloomiest days.
Raising our spirits.
Coaxing us to reach
for the heavens.
THE OASIS HOTEL
Source:billionaires-road
THE OASIS HOTEL
The white hotel on the beach
has everything within reach.
A swimming pool in the sun
offers fun in the hot sun.
The night brings a different story
of The Dead in all their glory.
They come to scare the town,
cold stares served with a frown.
Beware of the walking dead.
They are evil ones to dread.
THE DEAD GAME
ENTER THE ZONE
Enter the zone
where tourists party,
champagne flows
And so does the blood.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
THE OLD HOUSE
The old house stands alone,
dark and deserted,
on the overgrown lawn.
A wind rustles through the fallen leaves.
The only sound in the dead silence.
No footsteps to break the quiet.
No sounds of life to lift the spirits.
Only the dead for company.
Their spirits walk the house.
No footsteps to break the quiet.
For the dead don’t leave footprints.
ARE WE ALONE?
Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869) – Faust’s Dream
ARE WE ALONE?
Are we truly alone?
Friends and family.
Are they with us?
Beside us everyday?
I can feel them.
A thickness in the air.
A soft touch.
A slight breeze.
Is my brother gone?
Or is he with me?
I believe he is.
He chuckles at my blunders.
He laughs at my jokes.
He cries when I’m hurt.
Yes, he is with me.
Always.
Forever.
BEFORE THE MORNING LIGHT
Soon you’ll be one of us.
Walkers of the night.
Seekers of the dark.
Stand up.
Claim what’s yours.
Before the morning light.
THE DEAD GAME
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WAITING CAN BE PURE AGONY
The house sits dark and empty.
Who will visit its dark rooms?
Will someone ever sit on the chair
to gaze deeply into the vanity mirror?
Spirits walk the long hallways.
Waiting for company.
Waiting for life and sounds
to enter the house once again.
Is it so much for them to ask?
Why is it so hard to find new owners?
How much longer must they wait?
Waiting can be pure agony
when you have nowhere else to go.
EVIL WAITS
Evil waits at death’s door
For those who follow the creatures of the dammed.
Doors pop up all around me,
But none lead to the valley of The Dead.
For those who follow the creatures of the dammed.
Doors pop up all around me,
But none lead to the valley of The Dead.
I will not give up on my search
To uncover the opening to hell below.
Innocent victims are trapped in the silent hell,
Waiting to be freed from the unearthly darkness.
My friends must be among the crowd
Of souls yearning to be set free once more.
Illusions and traps may try to confuse me
But I refuse to yield to their games anymore.
Winds grab hold of my hair with their wispy fingers,
Tightening their grasp around my neck.
The sand becomes wet and soggy,
Turning to quicksand beneath my bare feet.
The forest transforms itself into a swamp,
Filled with slithering snakes and alligators.
I’ve seen this trick once before from Wolf,
Using illusions to further his game.
This time I will not turn away in fear
And run from his evil laughter.
Nothing will stop me from fighting
To free my friend’s from his evil reign.
Our games have just begun.
THE DEAD GAME
