THE END

The End

Life has come to an end.
Time has run out for me.
Evil one of the night,
He is strong as can be.

The winds rise in fury,
Calling him by his name.
He is known as the Wolf,
Who made The Dead Game.

A hand grabs hold of me.
Wolf has taken me down.
To his dark netherworld,
To tunnels under the town.​

I roam the bleak dungeons.
Death wants to be my friend.
I refuse to drink blood,
On this, ​I will not bend.

In this maze of horror,
I track it round and round.
I will seek a way out
Till I fall to the ground.

My love must soon find me.
Please, Todd, ​take me from here.
The walls are closing in,
One more night I can’t bear.​

THE DEAD GAME

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THE END

fire and hail

Time has stopped in mid-flight.

Clouds have ceased circling the earth.

The sun refuses to show its face.

Time has come to an end.

My heart feels hollow and empty.

Panic fills the empty spaces.

My love has come to an end

And so too has mankind.

A battle rages between my lovers

Built upon passion and deceit.

The winner takes all,

And soon even me.

The earth trembles in despair.

A blanket of darkness covers all.

The battle rages in its fury.

Clashes of swords echo its thunder.

Frozen in place I stand,

Waiting for the uncertain outcome.

Who will be left standing

to take my cold h​and?

STOP TO SMELL THE FLOWERS

Autumn Fence, Woodstock, Vermont

 

A walk down a country road,

not knowing what it may hold.

Leaves crunch loudly beneath my feet,

walking fast is no easy feat.

I need to get home to make dinner,

I’d hoped the walk would make me thinner.

But I need to slow down and breath the air,

as sweet as cotton candy at a fair.

My steps follow the white picket fence,

the other side makes me cold and tense.

The huge dog jumps high in the air,

his eyes white dots in his black hair.

He whimpers and walks closer to me,

his dark eyes as wide as can be.

He lifts a large paw to the gate,

as I slow down my frenzied gait.

I stop in place to pet his head,

I know I have just made my bed.

I will now be home late for dinner,

but the dog knows I’m still the winner.

I have stopped to smell the flowers,

I’m refreshed with super powers.

I race home with new resolve,

no more time puzzles to solve.

SEE ME

SEE ME
See me.
Rays of light.
Feel me.
Waves of heat.
Touch me.
Enter the void.
Travel with me.
To places unexplored.
Flashes of lights.
Explosions in space.
Welcome to the unknown.
Welcome to my mind.

 

SEE ME

See me.
Rays of light.
Feel me.
Waves of heat.
Touch me.
Enter the void.
Travel with me.
To places unexplored.
Flashes of lights.
Explosions in space.
Welcome to the unknown.
Welcome to my mind.

 

A SIGH

 

The island calls to me.

It whispers my name.

The bridge sighs.

It weeps for me.

I walk across.

It wobbles to and fro.

I hold tight to the ropes.

One step gives way.

And so does the next.

The sides unravel.

I can’t move.

Time stands still.

I’m falling.

Cold water hits my face.

Silence now takes it turn.

FLY OFF THE ROCKS

 

We have reached the edge.

Nowhere left to go.

We escaped the party.

The deadly game from hell.

Let’s jump into the ocean.

Swim our way down the shore.

To the beach filled with tourists.

Where help will be on the way.

We can’t return to End House.

Evil house of illusions.

Filled with traps and dead bodies.

No way are we going back.

Come and take my hand.

Let’s fly off the rocks.

We’ll soar through the air.

Like a pair of white doves.

Footsteps behind us.

Flying creatures above.

Time is now or never.

For us to take our chance.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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