In the form of a pantoune, this is a poem I wrote for my creative writing class that I wrote last night at 2am. I had The Walking Dead on the brain so I figured, hey, might as well write a poem bout it! Let me know what you think!
Littered like lightning-bugs on a summer's evening,
Broken bodies walk barren and battered
Rotting with rage and restless roaming.
Strays of strife and slaughter scattered,
Broken bodies walk barren and battered
Mindlessly milling, moaning as they mold.
Strays of strife and slaughter scattered
Pilfer and plunder any who persevere or grow old,
Mindlessly milling, moaning as they mold.
Wasting, walking weapons working only to
Pilfer and plunder any who preserver or grow old,
Holding humanity hostage with no hope due.
Wasting, walking weapons working only to
Feast on flesh and bone with a feverish ferocity,
Holding humanity hostage with no hope due.
Carnivorous creatures cannibalistically
Feast on flesh and bone with a feverish ferocity.
Animated atrocities with decaying breath,
Carnivorous creatures cannibalistically
Destroy; the dead don't die with death.