thedeadgameblog:
“ blackout raven:
DEATH
Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
It circles the town.
On windswept nights.
Low in the darkening shadows.
Waiting and watching.
For the perfect moment.
When the moon rides high.
And the stars twinkle...

blackout raven:

DEATH
Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
It circles the town.
On windswept nights.
Low in the darkening shadows.
Waiting and watching.
For the perfect moment.
When the moon rides high.
And the stars twinkle bright.
Death will make its entrance.
Circling closer to its prey.
Claws extended.
Beak facing down.
Its clutch sharp and pointy.
Who will save us now?
THE DEAD GAME
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DREAM A LITTLE DREAM FOR ME

susanneleist:

bluntb4be:
Dream a little dream for me.
Take flight on your wings.
Fly high.
Soar to the clouds.
High above us all.
Join your colorful friends.
Spread a little fairy dust.
Follow your dreams.
Let them take you
to far away lands.
Dream a little dream for me.

WINTER SUN

susanneleist:

sundxwn: Gullfoss in Winter Sun by Peter Negatsch
The winter sun is rising.
Releasing its stored energy.
Cracking the frozen ground wide open.
Creating a dark hole.
A hole reaching down
into emptiness.
No lights.
No sounds.
Only nothingness.
The sun feels good
on my face.
The snow feels less cold
and forbidding.
The light is calling me
away from the darkness.
I will listen to it.
I will go toward it.
Away from the gaping hole
and empty dreams.
To the light of a new day.
Good morning world.

FIGHT THE FIGHT

susanneleist:

lizplz:
Sloughi by sloughinl on Flickr.
Fight.
Fight for what’s yours.
Fight for what’s right.
Don’t give up.
Don’t allow anyone
stop you,
Or slow you down.
Do what’s in your heart.
Fight the fight.
Make it yours.

thedeadgameblog:

aurelielise-anne:
The old bookstore.
What happened to the bookstores?
Books covering ceilings to floors.
Read in the candlelight,
Such a beautiful sight.
Pictures and words before my eyes.
Reading stories with truth and lies.
You will find me hiding
In the stacks, I’ll be minding.

thedeadgameblog:

A WHITE BLANKET
Look up to the white skies,
Magic before my eyes.
White flutters to the ground
Without even a sound.
Masking the dirt with white,
So pretty and so bright.
If it could remain this way,
A blanket for one more day.

(Source: sakurababyy)

DEAFENING SILENCE

susanneleist:

Desolate.
Alone.
Empty.
No neighbors.
The wind rattles my walls.
Snow layers my roof.
No peace.
Cold.
Icicles hang low.
A deafening silence.
Will winter end?
Will the horses return?
I wait and hope.

thedeadgameblog:

TIMES GONE BY

Once regal.
Once opulent.
Dancing in the moonlight.
Beneath crystal chandeliers.
Now crumbling.
Soon to be dust.
Moments lost in time.
Never heard from again.
A place of desolation.
Stairs leading to nowhere.
For no one.

thedeadgameblog:

HE’S BACK
He’s back.
How could this be so?
My life has been happy.
I should have known.
He will never rest easy.
Without me to torment.
Without me in his arms.
A door is opening for me.
Deep in the dark forest.
He’s tempting me with sunshine.
Sunlight on warm beaches.
His hand is reaching for me.
I must turn away.
And run from his sweet words.
His spirit is all around me.
Enveloping me in its coldness.
He whispers promises in my ear.
He will come for me tonight.
I won’t recognize his body.
He’s coming in a different package.
He’s replaced one of our own.
But I will be prepared and ready.
I will not be fooled again.
The Dead won’t win.
Can’t win.
THE DEAD GAME

PRAY FOR ME

susanneleist:

Pray for your coven.
Pray for the victims.
Pray for the town.
But don’t forget
to pray for The Dead.
For they will be coming to Oasis.
No one will be safe
from their wrath.
Hold onto your faith.
Flee for shelter.
For the demons of hell
will soon ascend to earth.
Flying bats.
Dark shadows.
Vampires.
Witches.
Demons.
Even humans.
They will take on any
and every form
to complete their task.
Trust no one.
Not your friends
or loved ones.
Hell will open up
and release its worst.
THE DEAD GAME
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THE DICTATES OF OLD MAN WINTER

susanneleist:

flowersgardenlove:
The epic battle of the seasons.
Old Man Winter
erase all signs of Fall.
He covers the ground
with his icy cold snow.
But Fall holds her leaves close
to her body and her heart.
Some have fallen,
lone casualties of war.
The battle rages
on the ground,
in the air,
and on the water.
Fall will have to succumb
to the dictates of Old Man Winter.
She has no choice.
She puts up a valiant battle.
She will be back after Summer
finishes heating the earth.
Farewell.
We’ll see you soon.

thedeadgameblog:

Step into my world.
Demons who walk the nights.
The doorway waits for you.
Step through to the other side.
Visit a new dimension.
Where dreams become reality.
Horror replaces the mundane.
Welcome to The Dead Game.
Your dreams will soon be ours.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

(Source: keidmf)

thedeadgameblog:

My life is in your hands.
My dreams and fantasies.
My hopes and desires.
Belong to you.
Wrap your arms around me.
Hold me tight.
Never let me go.
My life is complete.
My life will be yours
Forever.

thedeadgameblog:

lematworks:
Produced by LEMAT WORKS
⛄ Blue Stars / Future Crystal1 / Twinkle Night / Portfolio ⛄
Clean me.
Snow on me.
Wet my hair.
Fall on my eyelids.
Drench my body.
Whiten the streets.
I welcome thee
into my heart and soul.

IS IT ALIVE?

susanneleist:

Why is the statue moving?
Is a wind ruffling its wings?
I hear a sigh.
Maybe a murmur.
Can it be speaking to me?
Is it lifting its head?
Is it looking at me?
Its eyes are sparkling.
Sparkling a green color.
Its body is shifting on its stand.
Time to run.
Time to leave this house of horrors.
Let’s get out of here.
Before The Dead play their games.
I don’t want to play anymore.
THE DEAD GAME
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Nook
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