Poem #I Lost Count

Here is another poem from: http://allpoetry.com/poem/8867315-In_The_Undead_Night-by-Dreamcatcher


The undead night is filled with ghouls from tombs,
While we hide from those zombies on the prowl.
Where haunting elm trees house the hooting owl,
The shadow of the living dead now looms.

Putrescent dead heads gape with reddened blooms,
And while cracked coffins breathe a stench most foul,
The undead night is filled with ghouls from tombs,
While we hide from those zombies on the prowl.

I crouch down as the gloaming now resumes,
And cower when I hear a gruesome howl.
The zombies wear a cold and callous scowl,
As shrouded in the fetid bone-yard fumes,
The undead night is filled with ghouls from tombs,
While we hide from those zombies on the prowl.