In this dark
Shameful hour
Rotting corpses
Deem devour
Us
Yes
Us
Oh dear
oh dear
Run love run
Don't let them
Come near
Oh wait
what's this
They stumble
And find
A book
The Good Book
Scrawled
Upon the spine
Within
the damp pages
Splashed with
Precious
red liquid
Were listed
all these rules
By which
The undead
Existed
Some burly men
healthy and brave
took flight
just then
alas torn
to their graves
They gawked
We gasped
Some hissed
like an asp
moaning pitiful wails
brimming of doom
for gory details
within the tome
frail women then
took up for us
the horridly thick
omnibus
and tossed it flung it
towards the dead
where it somehow struck
one in the head.
flailing rot
and hoary limbs
fell down hard
and failed
yes failed
to rise again.
and so we stood
sodden
and crazed
and I think
quite a bit
just slightly
amazed.
Some took up arms
so simple
so plain
and the odd shovel
stuck out,
took aim
striking back
and causing trouble.
It wasn't pretty
so please don't frown
the dead can't feel
their broken crowns.
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