Wow. This poem is so cool and it ties in her latest novel? Hmm. I must check this out. Go Susanne!
The house waits in the cold
in the deepening snow.
Snow in Florida?
Brutal winds charge against it.
Icicles hang from it.
It holds strong and steady.
It waits for us
to give us shelter in the storm.
A dry place for fun and games.
What kind of games you make ask?
Deadly games of The Dead & gone.
Creatures in the walls.
A vampire’s family trapped in the tunnels
beneath End House.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist