Red hot waves lap at the shore,
bringing with them 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
Kindle
Nook
RED HOT
waves
A LIVING SCULPTURE
A living and breathing sculpture.
It entices us.
It bemuses us.
It challenges us.
But most of all,
it inspires us.
VACATION IN PARADISE
I’ve heard about The Dead.
They fill my heart with dread.
It’s time to hide from death.
No time to take a breath.
My body shivers with fear.
Take me away from here.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
A LIVING SCULPTURE
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.
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 them 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
Kindle
Nook
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
SUSANNE LEIST 