Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925
The forest grows dark.
It comes alive.
Wood arms reach for me.
Roots uncurl from the ground.
Trees shake and dance.
As the wind moans.
Dark shadows follow me.
Moonlight teases me.
I’m trapped in hell,
where the sun doesn’t shine.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
Trapped inside me.
Trapped in my insecurities.
Can I break free?
It will be painful.
I break the glass walls.
I can do it.
I will do it.
Goodbye to doubters.
Hello to the new me.
Imprisoned beneath the earth.
Trapped for centuries.
A family lost to darkness.
Stuck between worlds.
Only one could save them.
PREY FOR THE DEAD by Susanne Leist
Welcome to my castle.
Not to be a hassle.
But please knock on the door.
It will open once more.
Step inside, join the party.
Come and eat long and hearty.
Until midnight strikes doom on the head.
You’ll be gone except for The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Darkness brings a pall to the streets.
A dread that can be felt by all.
It follows me with soft footsteps.
Growing closer behind me with each step.
I should have listened to my heart’s song.
Listened to reason and right from wrong.
I’m now trapped in this horror of despair.
Waiting for death to take me in his arms.
The shadows are growing larger.
Surrounding me from all sides.
There’s nowhere to run or hide.
I will stand strong against the tide.
The coldness wraps around me.
My hair drips icicles down my neck.
I shiver in dread of my future.
My future as queen of The Dead.