Silence reigns supreme.
The sun hides its face.
Palm trees shake their leaves.
Winds quicken their pace.
The hotel stands deserted.
Flapping sounds fill the air.
Dark shadows join the fray
Beneath his icy stare.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
They come from the deep.
They come when you sleep.
On waves of ice and stone,
They’ll burn you to the bone.
Fire burns hot on the ice
As demons cut a deep slice.
Stay far from the shore,
Or they’ll search for more.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES by Susanne Leist
‘Walk with me through the moonlit forest.
Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,
held aloft by our love and passion.
Follow me through the endless night
to a land where no man walks,
and love has no bounds or shackles.
We will be free to display our passion,
without retribution from humanity.
Come with me, my ice princess.
Step away from the burning plains,
where the heat burns your soles,
and love is hampered by humanity.’
He extends his hand,
his lips never uttering a sound,
his meaning as clear as can be.
The other has followed us to the clearing,
his eyes burning red with passion,
a bright fire following in his footsteps.
He scorches a trail through the grass,
melting his enemy’s cold trail.
They face each other.
Hot and cold from opposite poles,
dueling until the end of time.
Our games have just begun.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
We may fall,
but we will rise
from the dust.
Follow the light,
we’ll make it right.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
Dance with me until the moon hides its face,
and the sun attempts to quicken the pace.
From the sunlight, vampires turn their face,
And dancers twirl to the light’s frenzied pace.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
If you’re stuck at home
when you want to roam,
then read a book with me.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
Embroiled in the vamps’ evil games,
Shana travels to Quebec
for the vampire summit.
Amid murder and betrayal,
she must help her friends
find a way to save humanity.
THE DEAD AT HEART
Brutal winds follow close on my heels,
Thunder and lightning joining the crusade.
Fluorescent lights paint the night sky,
Rings of orange, yellow, and red.
A vortex of horror in unending circles
Makes its way to the small town of Oasis,
Where I will be waiting with a sword in hand,
Secure in the knowledge Wolf won’t win.
The Watchers have joined the battle.
They stand on the hill beyond,
Their raincoats flapping in the wind,
Concealing their cache of weapons.
We will protect Linda from the devil,
An army standing strong against the harsh winds.
The Father clutches his bible of spells,
Ready to cast the evil from our town.
We have come together as one,
Humans, vampires, and human vampires.
The last battle on this earthly planet,
Which will determine our combined fate.
Linda clings to her friends,
Huddled together in the storm.
Will she choose wisely and correctly?
Will she choose me above The Dead?
The time has come for the showdown.
Time has slowed to a halt.
We raise our weapons above our heads,
Waiting for evil to make its final appearance.
Wolf has been given a new body,
But I recognize his deadly soul.
A new package for an old one
Does not change the battle to be won.
Our games have just begun.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
What lies hidden beneath End House?
Familiar faces & bony countenances.
A cacophony of moans & sounds.
A community of creatures living in the tunnels.
Friends who might be returning to the living,
or the living who might be joining The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
The Dead ride the night in glory.
I hope this isn’t too gory.
If I may be so bold,
their story must be told.
I won’t allow our town to fall
to the demon within us all.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
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