Susanne Leist's Blog, page 37
May 12, 2020
thedeadgameblog:
COLORS FOR MY MIND
Picture a flower growing...
COLORS FOR MY MIND
Picture a flower growing from the sea.
Can there be a prettier sight to see?
Bubbles of flowers float ashore.
Close your eyes and open that door.
This is what I need for today.
Pastel colors to soothe my stay.
Pinks and blues mix well together.
I can look at them forever.
thedeadgameblog:
letslivebythesea:
Ocean and Beach Posts
Waves...
Ocean and Beach Posts
Waves cascade on the beach.
Guests play in the sand.
Quaint stores dot Main Street.
Life is beautiful.
Until the night.
The sun bows its head.
The moon takes its place.
The night brings The Dead.
And paradise is lost.
THE DEAD GAME
thedeadgameblog:
The mind can be an amazing place
where dark...
The mind can be an amazing place
where dark stories are created,
with a little murder and mayhem,
or skulls and bones for decoration.
Your cup of tea might be blood.
Your coffee can carry poison.
Let your mind explore the possibilities.
May 8, 2020
thedeadgameblog:
A WITCH’S BREW
Our paradise is lost,Never to...
A WITCH’S BREW
Our paradise is lost,
Never to return again.
To the winds we are tossed,
Peace to be replaced by pain.
Like a cold witch’s brew,
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.
THE DEAD GAME
thedeadgameblog:
Hotter than hell is their playground.
Beneath...
Hotter than hell is their playground.
Beneath layers of rocks and dirt.
They wait for their day of salvation.
When they can ride in the storm.
They grow impatient for the invasion.
The end of life as we know it.
I can hear their cries blowing in the wind.
The whispers brought forth from below.
It’s time for us to gather ammunition.
Before our poor town is nothing at all.
THE DEAD GAME
May 6, 2020
thedeadgameblog:
TRAPPED
Trapped in my body.
Trapped with my...
TRAPPED
Trapped in my body.
Trapped with my insecurities.
Can I break free?
It will be painful.
I will break the walls.
I can do it.
I will do it.
Goodbye to doubters.
Hello to the new me.
thedeadgameblog:
halftimeprincess: Art by Augusto Peixoto @...
halftimeprincess: Art by Augusto Peixoto @ IrondoomDesign DEVIANTART
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 flow until the wee hours.
Come with me and dance among the flowers.
This room full of guests gives me a chill.
Maybe we should leave, I’ve had my fill.
Stares follow us in the room.
They’ll be upon us too soon.
The guests are not what they appear.
Beneath, they are just bones and hair.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
thedeadgameblog:
The Dead are coming to this place.
The moon...
The Dead are coming to this place.
The moon trembles and bows its face.
Thunder strikes a chord in the distance.
No one can mount a strong resistance.
Lightning sizzles and dances in place.
Soon red and yellow streaks join the race.
The Dead return in force
As Wolf rides a black horse.
He leads his army to town
while he wears a wicked frown.
I know he’s searching for me.
Quiet as a mouse I’ll be.
But soon he’ll find my hiding place,
Blaring trumpets quicken his pace.
Time has come to a complete stop.
He stares at me from bottom to top.
He wants me for his frozen bride.
Too late for me to run or hide.
He takes me into his arms for a kiss,
But what I want to do is yell and hiss.
I don’t want to be one of The Dead.
I walk behind him with growing dread.
The battle lines have been drawn,
And I’m merely Wolf’s small pawn.
PREY FOR THE DEAD by Susanne Leist
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07PB9KG4P … … … …
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1130732773?ean=2940161260111 … … … …
May 4, 2020
A NEW DAY
Yesterday might have been stormy.
The clouds were grey and looming.
Today rises with the hint of hope
as the clouds are whisked away.
In their place, arrives a blue sky
streaked with rays of orange and yellow.
The storm has passed for now.
It has taken its final bow.
We’re ready for better times
as the morning bell chimes.
thedeadgameblog:
A light shines through the curtains.
My body...
A light shines through the curtains.
My body shivers beneath the covers.
Whispers float through the night air.
Footsteps inch close to the window.
His journey has come to an end.
And so has mine.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
http://myBook.to/TheDeadGame
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj
