WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

The trees of the forest shiver and shake.

Their long limbs tremble from the next quake.

Thick bodies blaze a glaring white.

Tears freezing from their new plight. 

The world has become hard and cold.

My trembling body feels old.

Surrounded on four sides by white. 

The bright glare blinded my sight.

White is the color of my nightgown.

I stand and shiver with a frown.

A shadow emerges from the trees.

I hope it is not him, pretty please.

My body moves forward against my will.

I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.

I dig my feet into the packed snow.

But I must go where the wind might blow.

BORN FREE

I will fight.

Fight the hunters.

Fight to the death.

I will ride proud and free.

Free as the wind.

Man will tame me.

I was born free.

I will die free.

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

 

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ANOTHER NIGHT

Source: softwaring

 

Take a seat in the park.

A shadow passes.

More shadows follow.

They circle a gazebo.

The shadows take form.

Humans in hooded robes.

A woman hangs from a noose.

They circle faster.

The wind follows in their wake.

Cries fill the night.

Then silence.

The gazebo stands empty.

Another night in Oasis, Florida.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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FLY HIGH

 

What does it feel like to fly,

Rising to meet the blue sky?

 

Soaring to a new height.

A bird’s exclusive right.

Alone and soaring high,

Nary a cloud in the sky.

 

Take me along with you, please.

What can I do to appease?

 

The wind will ruffle my feathers.

I will fly without any tethers. 

 

I will fly over the land

To the tune of a marching band.

 

 

SILENT FEET

Source:heckelphono

 

 

They walk on silent feet

through the forest so deep.

I must keep moving my feet

without stopping to sleep.

 

The howling wind plays their song

of bloody deaths for us all.

They’re not for this place for long.

They wait for the town to fall.

 

They are surrounding me.

I can’t outrun their reach.

Somehow I must get free

and make it to the beach.

 

The ground is opening.

Sadly I know for whom.

I’m falling in a hole

that will soon be my tomb.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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FLY LIKE THE WIND

Source:menpale

 

 

Fly like the wind

Along the country road

Past rolling plains,

Majestic mountains.

Beauty on every side.

RED IN ITS ANGER

 

 

The storm approaches the shore.

A spray of water hits my face.

The salty breeze lifts tendrils of hair.

Palm trees sway and bend.

The sand ripples

from the increasing wind.

Birds flee for safety.

Waves crash against the rocks.

The sky darkens to red in its anger,

raining tears across the land and sea.

When will it end?

Once the sky calms,

the sun will shine.

The birds will return.

The tantrum will be over.

ABANDONED

Abandoned Library (by katka.havlikova)

 

Abandoned books.

Knowledge lost.

Potential buried.

Animals scurry past

Discarded pages

That no one will read.

The wind sighs.

RIDE WITH THE WIND

 

 

RIDE WITH THE WIND

The Dead ride the night.
They ride with the wind.
The daylight is their enemy.
Lock your doors.
Cover your windows.
You might be next.
They are a select group.
They torment their victims.
They are bloodthirsty.
See you in hell.

THE DEAD GAME

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