I feel him in the breeze.
He was born to please.
His laughter rings loud
as he rides on a cloud.
Please return to me.
The night will set us free.
THE DEAD AT HEART
I FEEL HIM IN THE BREEZE
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DEAD SILENCE
Silence reigns supreme.
The sun hides its face.
Palm trees shake their leaves.
Winds quicken their pace.
The hotel stands deserted.
Flapping sounds fill the air.
Dark shadows join the fray
Beneath his icy stare.
THE DEAD GAME
YOU BELONG TO US NOW
You belong to us now,
I say this with a bow.
You will follow us to hell
As we ring the nightly bell.
Our servant you will be.
You’ll never be set free.
THE DEAD GAME
I BELONG TO THE NIGHT
Blood oozes from my soul,
Nothing will make me whole.
I belong to the night,
Far from the morning light.
Don’t follow me.
I need to be free.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
DARE I LOVE HIM?
Who can swim like a fish and fly like a bird?
Who makes my heart thump in my chest?
He is walking toward me,
His body as beautiful as can be.
Do I want him for me?
How can I let this be?
THE DEAD AT HEART
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THEY EXIST
Of course, they do.
Who else keeps you awake at night?
Who haunts your nightmares?
Your mother-in-law?
No.
It’s The Dead.
They walk the streets of Oasis.
They take their victims with stealth and finesse.
Find them in THE DEAD GAME SERIES.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
A COLD WITCHES’ BREW
A paradise is now lost and gone,
never to be found again.
Whomever the demons come upon,
no more peace but only pain.
Like a cold witches’ brew,
an Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few
who remain to tell all.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
DANCE WITH ME
Dance with me until the moon hides its face,
and the sun attempts to quicken the pace.
From the sunlight, vampires turn their face,
And dancers twirl to the light’s frenzied pace.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
MY HEART’S SONG
Darkness brings a pall to town.
I turn around with a frown.
Soft footsteps echo on the street,
I know whom I’m destined to meet.
I should have listened to my heart’s song,
Listened to reason and right from wrong.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
OUR SPECIAL PLACE
When the music plays,
and your body sways,
let my arms hold you,
and my body spoons you.
We’ll sashay to our own beat
and let the town fall at our feet.
As the demons fall from grace,
this remains our special place.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
