Pray for the victims.
Pray for the town.
But don’t forget
to pray for The Dead.
They return to Oasis.
No one will be safe
from their wrath.
Hold onto your faith.
Seek shelter from the storm.
For the demons of hell
will soon rise.
Trust no one.
Not your friends
nor loved ones.
Hell will open its doors
and release its worst.
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A nip in the air.
A chill in my bones.
The Dead will be here
And in our own homes.
Palm trees will shiver.
The ground will quake
Along the river
And by the lake.
Take me far away
From this creepy place.
I refuse to stay
And see his pale face.
THE DEAD GAME
Black as night.
Dark as death.
The evil one has come
For me this night.
His eyes shine in the dark.
He sees me and much more.
He walks the earth.
At night he’s the lore.
I cannot run.
I cannot hide.
He knows my secrets.
He knows where I hide.
The roses are wilting.
They crumble in despair.
No colors to lighten their mood.
Only black as they tear.
No footsteps hit the ground.
He walks with the wind.
His body whispers past me.
Chilly fingers brush my face.
He has me in his arms.
We take flight with the stars.
The man in the moon winks.
He takes delight in our games.
I close my eyes in defeat.
He has won yet again.
Cold lips crush mine
As I yield to his touch.
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN
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Hues of red fill the humid air.
The residents hide behind closed doors.
The tourists huddle in fear at the hotel.
The town waits deserted and quiet.
The woods rumble with music.
Dignitaries visit from around the world.
Limousines line the paths to the glass house,
Where guests fill the dance floor.
Linda watches them laugh and drink.
An undercurrent lies beneath the gaiety.
As if evil waits to raise its ugly head.
The Dead Game has begun.
THE DEAD GAME
Is your heart beating?
Is it beating too fast?
Do you feel trapped?
That is because you are.
You’re standing in a pool of water
in the basement of the deserted house.
A party without a host or guests.
The door behind you locks.
The only way is forward.
Cages with sharp edges
descend from the ceiling.
Circular saws follow.
Run for your life!
The owner of End House takes no prisoners.
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Lightning hits the spot.
Thunder rumbles by.
Clouds flee in horror.
The sky turns black in fear.
Our town is under attack.
Nature has its final say.
THE DEAD GAME
Dark shadows fill the night.
Diving from a great height.
Have they come to play?
How long will they stay?
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The night holds you too tight.
You must not fear or fight.
You belong to us now.
I say this with a bow.
You will follow us to hell.
As we ring the nightly bell.
Our servant you will be.
You’ll never be set free.
The town belongs to us.
No reason for a fuss.
The Dead are here to stay.
Come with us and play.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
The candle flickers.
The music plays softly.
In an empty house.
The piano keys pound faster.
The wind screams louder.
The games are about to begin.
THE DEAD GAME
Tigers pace in their cages,
Waiting to be set free.
Animals fill the basement.
An awful sight to see.
Leashes jangle against bars.
Metal against metal rings loud.
As the gates slowly lift open,
Pointy teeth glisten without sound.
This cannot be happening.
This cannot be so.
No way are there tigers
in the basement below.
THE DEAD GAME
