Infectious death...A zombie poem

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

With a vengeful smile and soulless eyes

She watches the chaos spread

Savouring the ghastly innocent cries

A mistress of the walking dead