WALK TALL

 

THE DEAD will rise soon.

The birds know the score.

They rise in the night

To take blood and more.

 

The winds will blow hard.

THE DEAD will walk tall.

The waves will rise high.

No one left at all.

 

We can run and hide.

Yellow through and through.

We can stand and fight.

Are you with me too?

 

We decide right now

What our plight will be.

I don’t want to die

Or washed out to sea.

 

Wolf approaches first.

Beast in beauty form.

Takes me in his arms.

Time for us to mourn.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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KILL ME

KILL ME  killedtheinnocentpeople:
Untitled by Joe Kennett.
KILL ME
A walk through the woods
on a sunny afternoon.
The sun soon retreats
to be replaced by dark shadows.
Sighs fill the silence.
The tall trees lift their roots.
Trunks become...

 

KILL MEkilledtheinnocentpeople:
Untitled by Joe Kennett.

KILL ME

A walk through the woods

on a sunny afternoon.

The sun soon retreats

to be replaced by dark shadows.

Sighs fill the silence.

The tall trees lift their roots.

Trunks become faces,

branches reaching arms.

Shivering leaves fall in fear.

The giants move forward.

Just kill me now.

THE DEAD GAME

THE OASIS HOTEL

 

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

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DEATH FOLLOWS ME

 

Death follows me.

Wherever I go.

Taking all.

The young and old.

At play.

In the playgrounds.

At rest.

In their beds.

All fall to The Dead.

They will not take me.

Never.

THE DEAD GAME

SNOW IN FLORIDA?

 

The house waits in the cold

in the deepening snow.

Snow in Florida?

Brutal winds charge against it.

Icicles hang from it.

It holds strong and steady.

It waits for us

to give us shelter in the storm.

A dry place for fun and games.

What kind of games you make ask?

Deadly games of The Dead & gone.

Creatures in the walls.

A vampire’s family trapped in the tunnels

beneath  End House.

We’re waiting.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

BURN BABY BURN

 

Burn baby burn.

Your blood runs hot.

Oozing down the stem.

Dripping to the ground.

Leaving mounds of red.

Where buds will spring up.

And take their rightful place.

In the world of The Dead.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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