Author's note: Hi. I wrote this a long time ago, when I was suffering from servers depression. I've modified it a bit to fit in left 4 dead, enjoy :D it is AAB style, for the poetry nerds, like me.
As the midnight wind blows cold,
As once we are told,
The infected of the night roam.
Hunters and smokers, all dressed in black,
The night is too far in for you to look back,
When you here them coming for you.
It's hard to let go,
When the wind blows so cold,
But once you've lost, there's no retrieving.
When all others fall,
To the ground or a wall
We sit here, letting it go.
When all else is lost,
When we think of our dearest,
We sob silently,
With no one to hear us.
Well, I hope you liked that. It was about the witch, if you couldn't tell :)