There we were together upon a simple dare,
It was Halloween and there was no time to spare.
Into the local grave-yard we did have to sneak,
A little bit of scary all of us did seek.
Off we go together all dressed in our black,
We are all laughing and brave that is a fact.
In only twenty minutes we have reached the gate,
We sneak inside so stealthily just to meet our fate.
We walk around the grave-yard taking in every stone,
If we have to run we do not want to end up prone.
The time it does seem to fly by so fast,
The midnight bell in its solemnity did toll out at last.
Then right by our side there was disturbance in the soil,
Something down below did surely struggle and toil.
As fast as we can we are off the gravel path,
None of us want to face any spirits wrath.
None of us want to look and see what we will see,
We here throaty groans and think, "Please don't let it be."
A decaying hand appears on top of the grave-stone,
Everyone is on their feet no one is left alone.
Then we quickly look around we see the dead are rising,
We feel kind of sick I wouldn't say that's surprising.
All are in different stages of extreme decay,
And God Almighty they are all heading our way.
This is Halloween the night of the zombie walk,
All the old ones in the town of this night do talk.
We did not believe but now we know it's true,
Now what in God's name are we going to do.
In the middle of the grave-yard there stands the little church,
Run before the wind and the Zombie touch.
Keeping close together we are on the run,
We'll stay inside the church until the morning sun.
By the church door we now do stand,
Everyone is shaking standing hand in hand.
We are much too fast for the Zombie foe,
Inside this little place of light we all do go.
We lock the door tight and we stand by a pew,
We all shake in fear, "What can we do."
A hammer on the door but it does hold,
We now remember all the things that we were told.
Zombies there outside the door,
They here us walk the floor.
They wish to rejuvenate,
They must feed before too late.
Door stands proud.
Here inside we do worry great,
Here we are and we feel their Zombie hate.
My Love she comes and holds on tight to me,
Her body shaking tears in her eyes I see.
She has hung on to me with all her might,
Her hands have grasped me oh so tight.
How soon before the coming of God's own light?
We all must have survived the Zombie night.
CRASH!!!! The door bursts open.