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
A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness & fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
& times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished & frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
♦THE DEAD GAME♦
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.
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His lips cover mine.
I dare not repine.
I’ve made my choice.
Few may rejoice
in a vampire’s touch.
But I love him too much.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
Blood oozes from my soul,
Nothing will make me whole.
I belong to the night,
Far from the morning light.
Don’t follow me.
I need to be free.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
Enjoy the eerie sights.
Beware of the dark nights.
Once you retire to your bed,
don’t fall prey to The Dead.
They come on a soft breeze
to do as they please.
THE DEAD GAME
Will I become one of The Dead?
Walking the nights.
Searching for victims.
Looking for blood.
I refuse to become one.
I will hold onto humanity.
Until my dying breath.
THE DEAD GAME
Enjoy the eerie sights.
Beware of the dark nights.
Once you retire to your bed,
don’t fall prey to The Dead.
They come on a soft breeze
to do as they please.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
I feel him in the breeze.
He was born to please.
His laughter rings loud
as he rides on a cloud.
Please return to me.
The night will set us free.
THE DEAD AT HEART
SUSANNE LEIST 