A DOOR TO THE UNKNOWN
A door sits in Oasis, Florida.
It waits to be opened.
Step over the threshold.
You may step into a dream
of floating stars and planets,
or into your worst nightmare
of demons and the walking dead.
Be careful where you step.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
A LEAP OF FAITH
Take a leap with me.
A leap of faith into the unknown.
Whom can you trust?
Is there anyone you can trust
with your life?
A hard question to ask,
And an even harder one to answer.
A walk to the edge.
A dip in the ocean.
A dive into the unknown.
It will soon cover me
With its soothing wetness.
Am I ready?
FEED THE MONSTER #azulestrellla
We have demons inside.
They can be hard to hide.
Before you descend
around the dark bend,
let your demons free.
You will better see
the good part of you
shown only to the few.
Row as far as you can
and as fast as you can
to a place of fantasies
where nothing
is what it seems.
A place where
anything is possible.
Take a chance.
The improbable might
become the possible.
Let’s scale the heights.
Be careful of the crevices.
The deep valleys.
The empty holes.
Climb the next ridge.
Enter through an opening.
Small as a fly.
Hear the blood pound.
The synapses sizzle and pop.
Journey through the darkness.
Through the unknown.
Exhilarating as an electric storm.
Colorful as a fireworks display.
A ride through space and time.
At night he appears.
Coming from the sea.
A mist rising from below.
Is he here for me?
THE DEAD GAME
A keyhole
Is all that we need.
To see.
To dream.
Let our imagination soar
To the world beyond.
To the unknown.
A peek.
I want to look at the night,
Gaze out into the unknown.
Dare to dream of flight,
A dream of being unknown.
When night comes softly
On feet as light as air,
I can see more clearly
Of what I can dare.
Alone on this hilltop
With the embracing cold,
I will leap past boundaries
That I have created of my own.
Darkness hides all secrets
Beneath its cloak of despair.
Secrets that lie safe and secure
Under the cloak of my hair.
At night I can roam free
Without the hindrance of others.
I can leap over castle walls,
Past the slombering mothers.
Looking down at all below me,
Sleeping in their beds of down,
I can see how I am different
As my eyes sweep the town.
SUSANNE LEIST 