Hullo everyone! As you all know my name is emilynightshade89. This is my very first fanfiction, so I'm very proud to have at least written this one down, and post it! The character in this poem is no one specifically from amc's The Walking Dead, I got bored one day and it just came to me. A lot of great things come from me when I'm bored now that I think about it…..anyway, please enjoy and review. I would really love to read what you all think about it! Enjoy!
Love, Emily Nightshade
Speechless they moan,
Noiseless they sway,
Breathless they groan,
Staggering they way.
Hunched shoulders,
Dead eyes,
Heads loll from side to side,
As arms swing pointlessly, while feet drag mournfully.
Sunken cheeks,
Hollowed eyes,
Hairs parted in lanks,
Clothes torn to shreds, as they walk together in flanks.
Day is night,
Night is day,
Though most don't mind the sun,
Some do not like to stay.
Flesh hangs loosely from there bodies,
But they don't care.
Some even have bullet holes,
From past interference with prey.
Flesh rots,
As they begin to look like blackened knots.
Veins shown blue through greying skin,
I'm afraid you'll barely recognize your kin.
Dead they are,
But moving far.
The living they eat,
For there's no other satisfying meat.
They can see us,
They can smell us,
They can hear us,
They will find us…
Blood flecks every wall,
Tears stain the floor where living fall.
Hungry, dead hands reach towards you.
There is nothing you can do…
Bang!
One down…
Bang!
Two down…
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three…
Four…
Five down.
Five undead taken shots to the head.
Now they are full dead.
Bones exposed for the world to see,
So sickening you must take a knee.
Holes in there heads as they lay on the ground.
Years will past and they may never be found.
The stench is suddenly worse,
So much that you finally lurch.
You stand up and take a deep breath.
You cannot linger,
There's nothing here but death.
You take your gun and sling it over your shoulder.
You find your knife, and put it back in its holder.
You walk to an exit and open the door…
And what you see is hell galore.
They stand there in hundreds all swaying together.
Until they see you and snarl with pleasure.
They speed lumber towards you,
They expect you to run.
But why miss out,
On all the fun?
The Walking Dead close in on you,
But you don't care.
Days have passed like this,
So surely this is not to be missed.
You take your gun and prepare to fight,
It was either that or cowardly flight.
*Sign *
Maybe next time you'll choose more wisely.
A/N: terribly sorry if the end did not make sense, but I hoped you enjoyed it anyways!
Please remember to R&R
Love, Emily