Infectious death...A zombie poem
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
With a vengeful smile and soulless eyes
She watches the chaos spread
Savouring the ghastly innocent cries
A mistress of the walking dead