FROM THE DEEP

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The waves are churning.
My face is burning.
What’s coming for me.
I don’t want to see.
It rises from the deep.
When all are fast asleep.
The Dead come ashore.
For me they’ve come for.
There’s nowhere to...

 

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The waves are churning.

My face is burning.

What’s coming for me.

I don’t want to see.

It rises from the deep.

When all are fast asleep.

The Dead come ashore.

For me they’ve come for.

There’s nowhere to run or hide.

I refuse to take their side.

The Dead will not win.

They’re dripping with sin.

THE DEAD GAME

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TO A TOWN NEAR YOU

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Ocean and Beach Posts

 

Paradise waits for us.

A perfect oasis.

Waves cascade onto the beach.

Guests lounge around

the hotel’s swimming pool.

Quaint stores dot Main Street.

Life is beautiful.

Until night comes.

Waves hit the shore

with their increasing fury.

The sun bows out.

The moon takes its place.

The night brings The Dead walking

into a town near you.

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HIS PASSION MOUNTS

 

Storm is coming.

Hitting the shore.

Palm trees flying.

And so much more.

 

Anger raises the waves.

Passion kicks up the sand.

Fear hides behind clouds.

Marching in like a band.

 

I know he is here.

I hide from his face.

He’s coming for me.

Clouds pick up the pace.

 

His anger brings passion and fear.

Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.

His can easily moves mountains.

For me he moves the sky above.

 

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THE SEAS

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The sun hides its head

While the waves rage on.

The clouds turn away

While blood rushes on.

The moon shies away

While the tides bring death.

All hide faces in vain

While the seas bring the pain.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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

UNDER THE BRIDGE

Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC © Doug Hickok  All Rights Reserved

 

It is here.

A force to be reckoned with.

Growing by the second.

Thrashing under the bridge.

Leaving death in its wake.

Leave me be.

My dying wish isn’t

to be consumed by the sea.

FORCE WITH NO END

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Waves hit the rocks

With frozen blocks.

They plow through the sand,

Sharp claws in their hand.

They ravage the shore,

Coming back for more.

A battle with no end.

A force we cannot bend.