Susanne Leist's Blog, page 20
April 11, 2021
(via PAST THE POINT OF NO RETURN) Down the rabbit hole we go,Far...
(via PAST THE POINT OF NO RETURN)
Down the rabbit hole we go,
Far beneath the earth’s surface,
Where The Dead wait for their savior,
Arms extended,
Reaching for us,
Mouths held open in silent cries
As we fall farther,
Deeper,
Past the point of no return.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
April 9, 2021
(via FROZEN WITH PAIN) Woven from black sheets of rain,fear...
(via FROZEN WITH PAIN)
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead & gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far & wide.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
April 7, 2021
April 6, 2021
(via TAKE ME AWAY) Take me awayto a place, we can play.The sun...
(via TAKE ME AWAY)
Take me away
to a place, we can play.
The sun shines all day
on a town slightly fey.
THE DEAD GAME
April 5, 2021
(via WELCOME TO CANADA!) Welcome to Canada.The Dead are waiting...
(via WELCOME TO CANADA!)
Welcome to Canada.
The Dead are waiting for you.
Chateau Frontenac is their base.
I hope your room is to your taste.
THE DEAD AT HEART
April 1, 2021
(via STUCK AT HOME) If you’re stuck at homewhen you want to...
(via STUCK AT HOME)
If you’re stuck at home
when you want to roam,
then read a book with me.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
by Susanne Leist
March 31, 2021
(via THE DEAD GAME) I leave the storefronts behind,their...
(via THE DEAD GAME)
I leave the storefronts behind,
their tinted-green windows reflecting the bright sunlight.
I hurry toward the boardwalk and beach.
The soft sand will trickle through my toes.
The sea breeze propels me forward.
Beyond the white sand,
the waves dance and writhe in a demented dance,
a dance growing wilder by the minute.
The palm trees bow their heads to the wind.
Rooftops sail through the air.
Glass crunches beneath my feet
as I run through the streets.
The windows hang broken and twisted.
The saddest sight is the church.
The once-white church stands charcoal-black,
debris at its proud feet.
They’re here.
The deadly games have begun.
by Susanne Leist
March 30, 2021
(via HEARTACHE IS FOR ME) Heartache is for me.My heart yearns...
(via HEARTACHE IS FOR ME)
Heartache is for me.
My heart yearns for thee.
Lies fall so easily from your lips.
They feel salty on my fingertips.
I must remain strong.
I hope I am wrong.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
