The dead stumble into the night
Empty graves left open
Under the moons eerie light
Shambling bodies, decaying and rotten
Screams of horror piercing the air
As the undead fill the town
Remorselessly hunting without care
Dragging their terrified victims down
Blood runs down the street
As they kill all that they see
The innocent nothing more than meat
For the horde of ravenous zombies
Friends becoming mortal foes
With just one infectious bite
As the horror and terror grows
In the hell that has become their plight
Fear and agony in every shout
As the living fight for their last breath
Fire and gunshots ringing out
As they fall to the infectious death
As the living fight for their last breath
Fire and gunshots ringing out
As they fall to the infectious death
She watches the chaos spread
Savouring the ghastly innocent cries
A mistress of the walking dead
thank you for sharing a link back to my page :)
ReplyDeleteI am so very glad you enjoyed tis zombie poem of mine and even more grateful that you shared it with a link back to the original page.
thank you