Saturday, March 30, 2013

The Zombies Are Coming - A Poem

Deep in the dark shadows
Walking on hallowed ground,

Black in the meadows,
Making such a sound,

A groaning, a moaning,
As closer they do tramp,
And the dead are quickly zoning
In on quiet camp.

The zombies are coming,
They're coming in the night
And they're mutt'ring and they're humming
Humming as they bite.

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