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Susanne Leist

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       Susanne Leist, Author of The Dead Game Series.In the coastal town of Oasis, where the weather is warm and beautiful, lies an undercurrent of evil ready to ensnare its innocent residents. Amid murders and disappearances, Linda and her friends must uncover the one who is controlling the deadly game and everyone else in town. What is hidden behind the stately closed doors of the remote town? Read and find out. http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj 

A more beautiful place cannot be,

It faces the waves of the dark sea.

White sand and quiet beaches galore,

You can’t ask for anything more.

Life is perfect as can be.

Come and frolic with me.

Tourists visit from far and wide.

Oasis is Florida’s pride.

Beware when The Dead descend.

We can no longer pretend

This is a perfect place to be

As The Dead rise up from the sea.

Darkness brings flying creatures and death.

Beware that this won’t be your last breath.

THE DEAD GAME

by Susanne Leist

I should have listened to my heart’s song, Listened to reason and right from wrong. I’m now trapped in this horror of despair, Waiting for death to take me in its arms. The shadows are growing larger, Surrounding me from all sides. There’s nowhere to run or hide; I will stand strong against the tide. He’s here. I can feel him. He’s come back for me. No one is safe from his wrath. The cold wraps around my body. My hair drips icicles down my neck. I shiver in dread of my future. My future as queen of The Dead. THE DEAD GAME

Sing me a song.

Write me a melody.

Stroke the keys.

Massage the ivories.

Raise your voice high

So I can hear your words.

Words of hope and loss.

Sing them loud and clear.

I close my eyes.

I can hear your words.

I see your fingers

Stroking the keys.

The words take flight.

They reverberate through time.

They leave your lips

To land on mine.

A sweet melody

To soothe my advancing years.

A pretty song

To fill my empty soul.

A house dark and bleak,

I can’t even speak.

Dark shadows glare at me,

Where clear windows should be.

Dare I venture inside?

I will swallow my pride.

I will cross the threshold,

Without being so bold.

A secret party is held inside.

Should I run or maybe hide?

Who’s the host of this feast,

Man or dangerous beast?

THE DEAD GAME

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Floating in the dark of night

After the birds take flight.

Out in the sea, I drift alone,

Where no one else dares to roam.

Tears fall upon my face

As they step up their pace.

Flooded with grief and despair.

I free my braid and cut chunks of hair.

I don’t need to be a beauty anymore.

He’s walked out of the proverbial door.

I am free to drift with the night or

Visit the depths of the ocean floor.

No one searches for me.

I take a step, I’m free.

The night is here

and much too soon.

Darkness descends

with the full moon.

I shiver from the cold

as a strong wind whips past.

The moon hovers closer.

I hope this doesn’t last.

Dark shadows gather.

Trees fade in the mist.

Night has won again.

I can’t handle this.

The moon’s glare defeats me.

I retreat to my lair.

With the wind at my back,

I must escape from here.

THE DEAD GAME

THE DEAD BY THE SEA

Come with me to the pool by the sea. Oasis is the best place to be. Relax by the pool or sit by the bar. Tourists visit this place from near and far.

The sky turns cloudy and dark. I see shadows by the park. What’s that standing behind you? It’s not one shadow but two.

Shadows come ashore. I won’t wait for more. Our destiny seems to be in this book. I’m leaving now without a second look.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

The wood floor creaks.

I slowly turn around.

Where are The Dead freaks?

I hear no other sound.

The lights flicker.

Can the rumors be true?

I feel sicker.

The Dead will take me too.

I can see their faces.

Dark eyes stare at me.

They take their places.

I’ll never be free.

I run through the hall,

But I’m running in place.

I give up and fall.

A grin covers his face.

He leers at me.

Eyes glowing bright red.

A sight to see.

I flee toward my bed.

He lifts me in his arms.

We fly into the dark night.

I won’t fall for his charms.

The Dead come alive at night.

THE DEAD GAME

A glow in the night

will lead me astray

from the moon’s light

to where I can’t say.

Bloody prints mark the way

to a small town on the shore.

At the end of the day,

we are at the devil’s door.

Time has no meaning or reason.

You can travel forward or back.

Death will follow with each season.

It is past time for me to pack.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES