BLOOD

My fingers touch my face.
They glisten crimson
in the fading light.
Red drops hit the ground
from my moist lips.
I feel parched.
A thirst I’ve never felt before.
I look around at the fallen bodies.
Throats ripped open.
Sightless eyes open.
I’ve...

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My fingers touch my face.

They glisten crimson

in the fading light.

Red drops hit the ground

from my moist lips.

I feel parched.

A thirst I’ve never felt before.

I look around at the fallen bodies.

Throats ripped open.

Sightless eyes open.

I’ve become one of them.

 

The Dead Game

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BEAUTY OF THE NIGHT

He comes in the night for me.

He is much too strong for me.

His beauty I can only see.

His evil is hidden from me.

I do not see his grotesque face.

Only his mask he puts in place.

Take me with you now in the night.

To me you’re a beautiful sight.

He lifts me high into the air.

And whisks me away to his lair.

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

HELL HAS ARRIVED

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Hell has arrived.

Burning in its chair.

Impatient for victims.

Restless to the bone.

Burning bright.

Glowing embers.

Filling the dark.

Red and yellow sparks.

Sizzling.

Hot.

 

THE DEAD GAME

SNOW IN FLORIDA?

 

The house waits in the cold

in the deepening snow.

Snow in Florida?

Brutal winds charge against it.

Icicles hang from it.

It holds strong and steady.

It waits for us

to give us shelter in the storm.

A dry place for fun and games.

What kind of games you make ask?

Deadly games of The Dead & gone.

Creatures in the walls.

A vampire’s family trapped in the tunnels

beneath  End House.

We’re waiting.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

WALK IN SHADOW

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Row of Trees (1915) by Jan Mankes (Dutch, 1889—1920).

 

WALK IN SHADOW

Who waits in the dark?

Stalking its victims.

Blending with the night.

Walking in shadow.

Lighter than air.

One with the mist.

Never seen.

Never caught.

Leaving death behind.

Traces of evil.

Evil wrought on the town.

Who are you?

Come out in the light.

I know you can’t.

I know what you are.

Creature of the night.

Come to me.

And your time on earth will end.

For I protect the town.

I protect the innocent.

Come out of the shadow.

And face me.

All will know who you are.

The leader of The Dead.

Your time is at end.

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DISTURBED

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The day is dying.

My heart is lying.

Do I care

if you’re here?

You can step inside.

I’ve nothing to hide.

The shades are shut.

Come to my hut.

I hide at day.

Nighttimes I play.

I search the seashore

for victims & more.

Come & step inside.

I’ve nothing to hide.

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PERFECT

 

Perfect.

A little too perfect.

Beneath the magenta sky

hides a deadly presence.

A force of darkness

rising with the cold moon.

To snatch the residents

from their comfortable beds.

Adding them to their collection

of The Dead and gone.

Gone from the light.

Gone from the living.

To dwell in the darkness of night.

Take care to remember,

as you lay your head down to sleep,

that nothing can stay perfect forever.

THE DEAD GAME

ICY FURY

A duel to end all duels.
A battle to the death.
The winds raise the waves
To heights of ecstasy.

They tease the shore
With their pounding fury. 
The sand reduced to dust
From their unrelenting force.

I’m torn in half,
Tempted by the ice storm,
Where cold flesh brings passion,
And games are the rule of the day.

 

Heat still flows through my veins, 
Drawing me back to the light,
Where human flesh brings love
And easement from the storm.

Wolf rises from the water,
His body melting in droplets.
He exists no more.
He has lost the battle.

How could have I not known?
How could I have forgotten?
The cold waits no more for me.
Emptiness fills the void inside.

I can still hear his voice,
Feel his presence in the wind.
His icy fury slices into the shore,
Calling for me to join him.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME 

WHO SITS THERE?

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Who sits there in the darkness?

No movement in the blackness.

As still as a fox waiting to pounce.

No hint of a ruffle or a flounce.

 

A soft sigh can be heard in the air.

Are those slithering snakes in her hair?

Shadows coast along with the circling dust.

The walls trickle with blood or maybe rust.

 

The ghostly form stands up to meet us.

She can be the hostess to greet us.

A deserted house this seems to be.

She hovers over us like a tree.

 

We stand alone in this bleak hall.

There won’t be dancing at this ball.

All the candles go dark.

This was a silly lark.

 

Time to leave this creepy place.

We must quicken our slow pace.

But since this is a horror story.

We won’t be leaving soon with glory.

 

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The Battle for Oasis

Let the darkness lull me to sleep,
with dreams of red sunsets.
Clouds drifting on cotton balls,
encircling me with their softness.

Let the moon’s face shine on me,

making me feel safe and secure.      
The stars twinkle in merriment,
ready to tackle the night.

The day brings a new enemy

to our peaceful shore.
A dark kingdom will rise up,
a new kingdom for The Dead.

A hooded figure approaches me,
his gait slow and sure.
He slowly pulls back his hood
to reveal the creature beneath.

“You have waited for me, dear one.
I will have my ice princess at my side.” 
Wolf quickens his stride to reach me,
But I turn my face away.

I peek through my eyelashes

At his beautiful face.
He abruptly turns around

To summon his army.
Over his shoulder he whispers,
“I’m so sorry you will
fall in battle like the others.
Goodbye, my ice princess.”
What form will Wolf take on in book 2?
You will soon find out.

THE DEAD GAME