WALK ALONE

I walk alone at night
when the moon is full height.
The sky black as tar,
but I won’t walk far.
I search for the shadow
on a road so narrow.
I want to see who he’s become;
The Dead leader, the evil one.
THE DEAD...

 

I walk alone at night

when the moon is full height.

The sky black as tar,

but I won’t walk far.

I search for the shadow

on a road so narrow.

I want to see who he’s become;

The Dead leader, the evil one.

THE DEAD GAME

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SLEEPING BEAUTY

Glass figures adorn the house.
Quiet as a sleeping mouse.
Do they wake with the sun
To have some bit of fun?
This one is on a bed
With a hat on her head.
Were her eyes once brown?
Do they haunt the town?
I must get of this place.
I can still see her...

 

 

Glass figures adorn the house.

Quiet as a sleeping mouse.

Do they wake with the sun

To have some bit of fun?

This one is on a bed

With a hat on her head.

Were her eyes once brown?

Do they haunt the town?

I must get of this place.

I can still see her sad face.

She will haunt my nights.

So will the dead sights.

 

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BY THE LIGHT OF THE FULL MOON

 

 

How did I come to be here?

Cold wrapped around me in fear.

No matter how far I walk.

I could hear them move and talk.

Muttering curses on me.

But faces I cannot see.

They surround me on each side.

There’s nowhere for me to hide.

I must get out of here soon.

Before the next full moon.

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FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

 

follow the lights

 

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS  
Follow the lights to the house of glass.
There will be much splendor in the grass.
Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.
A more decadent event there could not be.
Champagne will be flowing until the wee hours.
Come with me and dance among the pretty flowers.
This room full of guests gives me a chill.
Maybe we should leave I’ve had my fill.
Eyes are following us in the room.
They will be upon us all too soon.
The guests are not what they appear.
Beneath they are just bones and hair.

 

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CHANTING IN THE BREEZE

Chanting could be heard in the warm breeze.  A breeze that blows in from the ocean and  smooths the white sand.  A breeze that feels like the soft flutter of  a rose petal against your skin.  Where is the chanting coming from?  Who is doing the chanting?  What do we only hear it at night?  Are spells being cast in Oasis?  Only The Dead know and they’re not talking.  THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST  http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist    http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881 

 

A breeze blows from the ocean.

One that smooths the white sand.

Feeling like the soft flutter of

a rose petal against your skin.

The sea breeze carries chanting.

Why do we hear it at night?

Are spells being cast in Oasis?

Only The Dead know and they’re not talking.

THE DEAD GAME 

A GINGERBREAD HOUSE

emiliomaccanti:
“ Chalet
Crissolo | Piemonte | Italy
”
A gingerbread house so quaint.
Disguised with colorful paint.
An evil group lives here.
And our town is so near.
They are Watchers for The Dead.
I’m afraid to go to bed.
Come and take a quick...

 

emiliomaccanti:

Chalet
Crissolo | Piemonte | Italy

A gingerbread house so quaint.

Disguised with colorful paint.

An evil group lives here.

And our town is so near.

They are Watchers for The Dead.

I’m afraid to go to bed.

Come and take a quick look.

Or you can read my book.

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DARK AS THE NIGHT

HIDDEN

I walk with the living at day,

They do not hear a word I say.

They believe I’m alive like them,

But I’m stronger than any men.

I run like the wind past the trees,

Fly through the sky faster than bees.

My true self is hidden away,

I might be a little fey.

At night I walk with others,

They’re close to me like brothers.

Whom am I? you might ask.

I might take you to task.

Take care not to open that door,

You’ll be in hell forever more,

 

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A WITCH’S BREW

A WITCH’S BREW

Our paradise is lost,
Coldness seizes the day.
To the winds we are tossed,
For our sins we must pay.


Like a cold witch’s brew,
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.

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THE DEAD ARE COMING

 

THE DEAD ARE COMING

The dark woods keeps them hidden.

I know that I’m forbidden

From walking this way.

I must get away.

 

I hear them moving through the trees.

Let me get away from them please.

The footsteps are louder.

The moon is now rounder.

 

The end for me and the town is near.

A crystal ball I don’t need to peer.

I won’t bow on bended knee.

This will still not end well for me.

 

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PRAY FOR US

 

Like a cold witches’ brew.
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.
Warm winds turn cold
As all become prey.
The young and old. 
For them we must pray.
Hell hath no fury
Like a demon scorned.
There is no jury
For a small town mourned.
Who’ll save Oasis
From ‘The Dead’ demons?
Who will now face us,
More dead or demons?
Pray for us.
We are alone 
Come save us.
We must atone.
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