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.
THE DEAD GAME
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VAMPYR

What is this book for?

To rid the world of vampires,

or so Father John believed.

He foolishly used one of its spells.

And he created a new type of demon.

A demon who can’t be destroyed.

Be careful how you use the book.

Read what happens in

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist.

THE MOON FALLS

 

The moon goes 

through its phases.

Becoming smaller

each day.

Until it’s gone.

Leaving no trace

of its former self.

That is when The Dead

will come for us.

In the darkness.

In the coldness.

In the dark of night.

THE DEAD GAME

KEEP AWAY

 

Keep away from this place.

Don’t want to see your face.

Witchcraft is my own tool.

I won’t be made a fool.

The Dead don’t belong here.

The undead I won’t bear.

A perfect paradise of green and blue.

And not polluted by the likes of you.

THE DEAD GAME

A DOOR

 

 

A door among many others.

A family like all the others.

Eating at the dinner table.

Drinking wine.

Laughing.

But something is off.

The wine is blood.

The dessert are fingers.

A family not like the others.

THE DEAD GAME

A SAD SONG

 

I stare into the dark.

Your future will be stark.

My grimoire burns bright,

flames to a great height.

Death is coming your way.

I won’t be here to say,

“This won’t be a paradise for long,

soon you will be singing a sad song.”

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

 

THE WITCHING HOUR

It’s the witching hour

 

Welcome the witching hour.

We can use their power.

Witches are good for Oasis.

I know them on first-name basis.

They might rid The Dead from here.

I cannot promise or swear.

They can cast spells to kill The Dead.

Better than hiding in your bed.

They are walking down the road.

No resemblance to a toad.

Beautiful they are all.

This night the town will fall.

THE DEAD GAME

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