She stands at the window.
Age dares not to defy her.
Night bring her comfort.
Darkness, her only friend.
Her light flickers and fades.
She waits for you to come home.
waiting
IT COMES IN THE NIGHT
Source:indieteen
It comes in the night.
It comes to all.
To all who sleep.
To all who lie awake.
It comes on soft wings.
It comes in silence.
I lie and wait.
In trepidation.
In fear.
For it.
ONE WINDOW
Source:iliketheseshots
One window among many.
One window to the world.
Watching the darkness.
Alone.
Waiting.
Open to the darkness.
Waiting for something.
Or someone.
TRICK OR TREAT
A house sits on a rise of land.
Watching.
Waiting.
Maybe it isn’t the house
that waits,
but the character
who lives inside.
Trick or treat.
DARK WINDOWS
spectral-insomnia Deactivated
Carl Rabus – Spassky Gate in Moscow (detail)
The clouds circle around
They bring the moon closer
And light up the windows
Where faces watch the night
THE PHONE CALL
I’ve been on hold
for a long time.
Years have passed
But I’m still waiting.
One day I will have
my answer.
One day someone will
speak to me.
But I will keep waiting
until the end of time.
WHO SITS THERE?
Source: slobbering
WHO SITS THERE?
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.
THE SUN SETS FOR US
Take me away in the soft breeze.
Let your fingers flow through my hair.
I want to see your warm smile
And hunger for your loving touch.
Time for that is long past.
Victims of the battle we now are.
Hell is waiting for us both.
I can see his boat drifting offshore.
I will not let him take me.
I want to share paradise with you.
Warm breezes and soft winds
To wrap us tight in its cocoon.
No more glory to be had.
No more wins for our side.
Our losses are steep and many.
The mighty have fallen this night.
The sun sets for this evening.
It has not brought you back to me.
I will wait for all eternity
Until I have you by my side.
MY SWEET LOVE
Come to me, my sweet love.
From the heavens above.
I want to spend life with you.
One heart that will beat like two.
Come with me to our secret place.
I cannot wait to see your face.
Our love is honest and true.
Come to me from the dark blue.
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
SUSANNE LEIST 