The beauty of nature.
It is a living and breathing
sculpture.
It entices us.
It bemuses us.
It challenges us.
But most of all,
it inspires us.
A LIVING SCULPTURE
waves
RIDE THE WAVE
I ride the waves to their full height.
I fight The Dead with all my might.
This is the perfect town for me
where vampires roam the nights free.
THE DEAD GAME
VACATION FROM HELL
Death has reached our shore.
More playtime in store.
A vacation this will not be,
But a horror for you and me.
♦THE DEAD GAME♦
by Susanne Leist
RED HOT WAVES
Red hot waves lap at the shore,
bringing with it blood and gore.
Paradise has come to an end.
Death is right around the bend.
Florida will never be the same
once we play The Dead Game.
THE DEAD GAME
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LIGHT MY FIRE
He lights my fire
to take me higher.
The town’s on fire,
set by the sire.
He comes tonight
for the big fight.
He comes for me
from the dark sea.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
IT IS HERE
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 Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC
© Doug Hickok All Rights Reserved
How can it be here,
my ultimate fear?
A force to be reckoned,
Growing by the second.
Thrashing waves at the shore,
I can’t take it anymore.
My dying wish can’t be
to be consumed by the sea.
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THERE IS NOTHING TO FEAR
You tell me there’s nothing to fear
since The Dead will soon be here.
Waves cascade to the shore.
I don’t believe The Dead’s lore.
Nothing can ruin this paradise.
Yet, cold fear runs through me like ice.
Now, the winds quicken their speed.
But I still refuse to heed.
I give a last glance at the trees,
and they are falling to their knees.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
SOLITUDE
A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.
MIDNIGHT BLUE
Darkness enters my room
in shades of midnight blue.
It breathes its cold breath
on my warm, sleeping face.
It wakes me from a dream
of blue cascading waves.
Instead, I am faced with the dark
and a hollow feeling inside.
Who opened my window?
Who let in the dark?
LIGHTNING STRIKES
In deep and soothing sleep,
I did not hear one peep.
Then lightning lit the sky
with thunder turned high.
Winds uprooted the trees,
bringing them to their knees.
What has happened to the town?
The waves have turned a dark brown.
Shadows creep from the shore.
I can’t handle much more.
THE DEAD GAME
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