DARK PLAYGROUND

 

 

They fly through the trees

Over the deadly mist

Landing in the forest

Where no man walks

And no light penetrates

this nightly playground

 

 

THE DEAD GAME

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A STORM IS COMING

paradise night

 

A storm is coming,
Hitting the shore.
Palm trees flying
And so much more.

Anger raises the waves.
Passion kicks up the sand.
Fear hides behind clouds.
Marching in like a band.

I know he is here.
I hide from his face.
He’s coming for me.
Clouds pick up the pace.

His anger brings passion and fear.
Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.
His can easily move mountains.
For me, he moves the sky above.

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I WILL RETURN

 

 

Stop me.

Cage me.

Bury me.

Beneath the house.

In the dungeons.

I will return

And take back the town.

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The story continues in Book 2.

SMOKING HOT

smoking gun

Boo.

 

A smoking gun.

Let’s have some fun.

 

The dark shadows grow near.

My skin prickles with fear.

 

I’ll fight to the bitter end.

No matter if you’re a friend.

 

I know you’re back for me.

You’ll never set me free.

 

Come closer to me, buddy.

The waters will soon muddy.

 

The ocean will flow red.

You have now made your bed.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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DARK AS SIN

PARADISE

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Sit by the shore.

I don’t need more.

The orange sun sets for me.

I’m as happy as can be.

Florida is paradise.

Its sand feels smooth and so nice.

The nights might be cold.

Demons roam I’m told.

But enjoy the salty air.

Until the vampires come near.

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A CURL OF THE WAVE

 

 

The Dead are dancing,

swooping down with joy.

They love Oasis.

Florida belongs to them.

They rule the night.

Lightning follows in their wake.

Thunder blows its trumpet.

We bow to their might.

You can see the joy

in the curl of the wave.

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A MIST

 

The mist follows me,

greedy fingers around my neck, 

stalking my footsteps.

It takes form

and whisks me away

to the tunnels below.

Smoke fills my lungs.

It travels down my throat,

filling me with darkness

and evil.

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NATURE HAS SPOKEN

Source:

 

Lightning hits the spot.

Thunder rumbles by.

Clouds flee in horror.

The sky turns black in fear.

Our town is under attack.

Nature has its final say.

THE DEAD GAME