Army of The Walking Dead
People tell me can you hear
those dark forces drawing near?
On this shadowed shard of night
traveling through the stench and blight.
These undead in wrapped attire
creeping through the murk and mire.
Ghastly in their evil space
slimy torso,dripping face.
Their intent's to see you dead
so they can eat your limbs and head.
Then you'll return as one of them
to cause murder and mayhem.
written by Deb Wilson
for contest "Zombies" sponsored by Leonora Galinta
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2013
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