FACE THE FIRE

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Round and round we must go.
Our fantasies take us higher.
Will we meet friend or foe?
Take the ride and face the fire.

THE DEAD GAME♦  by Susanne Leist

 

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THE HOUSE OF EMPTY DREAMS

We walk through the house of empty rooms. Each one furnished with a different period from history. A dining room that can seat a hundred people. A gourmet kitchen that sparkles white with bare counters. A crystal chandelier hangs above the marble...

 

We walk through the house

of empty rooms.

Each one furnished with

a different period from history.

A dining room that can seat

a hundred people.

A gourmet kitchen that sparkles

white with bare counters.

A crystal chandelier hangs above

the marble floor empty of dancers.

Our guide bids us a quick goodbye.

We are outside again, standing on the

stone and weeds of the driveway.

The house crumbles from the outside,

but inside, it’s ready to hold court.

For whom?

We don’t know.

But we will

Once we enter the deadly game.

THE DEAD GAME
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ESCAPE THE DEAD

1 Prey Who will save us from The Dead_

 

I must escape this hell

Where The Dead trap me,

Try to snare me

With their evil ways.

I must find a way

Out of this dungeon

To the world above.

👁️PREY FOR THE DEAD👁️

SING ME A SONG 

moving piano keys

 

SING ME A SONG 

Sing me a song. 

Write a melody 

Of times gone by 

And moments lost in time. 

Stroke the keys. 

Massage the ivories. 

Raise your voice high 

So I can hear your words. 

Words of hope and loss. 

Sing them loud and clear. 

Stories of faraway places 

And times that are gone. 

I close my eyes. 

I can hear your words. 

I see your fingers 

Stroking the keys. 

The words take flight. 

They reverberate through time. 

They leave your lips 

To land on mine. 

A sweet melody 

To soothe my advancing years. 

A pretty song To fill my empty heart.

SING ME A SONG

 

SING ME A SONG

 

Sing me a song.

Write a melody

Of times gone by

And moments lost in time.

Stroke the keys.

Massage the ivories.

Raise your voice high

So I can hear your words.

Words of hope and loss.

Sing them loud and clear.

Stories of faraway places

And times that are gone.

I close my eyes.

I can hear your words.

I see your fingers

Stroking the keys.

The words take flight.

They reverberate through time.

They leave your lips

To land on mine.

A sweet melody

To soothe my advancing years.

A pretty song

To fill my empty heart.

LET THE GAMES BEGIN

1 Prey let the games begin

 

Let the leaves change colors & fall.

Shades of orange, yellow, & red.

Autumn, the best season of all.

Take care when you head hits the bed.

The Dead descend; our town will fall.

 

🎃THE DEAD GAME SERIES 🎃