LAMENT FOR THE DEAD

 

 

LAMENT FOR THE DEAD

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 will 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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THE MIGHTY SPELL

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A spot of evil.

A dash of hell.

A flicker of candlelight.

A skull or two.

Are you prepared

To fight The Dead?

Don’t forget your spell book.

A mighty spell can take them down.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE PERFECT HUE

Indigo

beneath the sea floor

 

 

THE PERFECT HUE

 

The road extends to the sea,

where creatures can roam free.

Blue tinges the sky and flowers,

an indigo of dark powers.

The town lies ahead,

where I’ll lay my head.

Dreams will take me away

to a place with no gray.

Only bright colors for my day

in this new place, I want to stay.

Fear not the witches in the night,

but enjoy each day as you might.

An Oasis waits now for you,

a rainbow in a perfect hue.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist 

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TO HEAL A WITCH

Source:

 

Or so they say.

I follow them into the woods

to the house waiting in the distance.

They roam at night

under the full moon.

The Dead walk among them,

or so we are told.

THE DEAD GAME

STEP INSIDE

Step into my world
of vampires and witches.
Demons who walk the nights.
The door waits for you.
Step through to the other side.
Visit a dimension not known by man,
Where dreams become reality
And horror replaces the mundane.
Welcome to The Dead...

 

Step into my world

of vampires and witches.

Demons who walk the nights.

The door waits for you.

Step through to the other side.

Visit a dimension not known by man,

Where dreams become reality

And horror replaces the mundane.

Welcome to The Dead Game.

Your dreams will soon be ours.

THE DEAD GAME 

 

I AM OFF TO FLORIDA

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I’m off to Oasis, Florida.
We’ll see if there are demons,
flying creatures, & disappearing bodies.
I’ll find out the truth.
♦THE DEAD GAME♦ by Susanne Leist
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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.

THE DEAD GAME

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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.

 

THE DEAD GAME
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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