A End Is Near

• Christopher Hahn, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2013

The walking dead stumble into the night
Empty graves left open
Under the moons eerie light
Shambling bodies, decaying and rotten

Screams of horror pierce the air
As the undead fill the town
Remorselessly killing without care
Dragging their terrified victims down

Fear and agony in every shout
As the living fight for their last breath
Fire and gun shots ringing out
As they fall to their infectious death

With a vengeful smile and soulless eyes
She watches the chaos spread
Savouring the ghastly innocent cries
A mistress of the walking dead....