Town

A rotten corpse slowly rises.
Townsfolk wondering what the next surprise is.
A haunted town of death and gloom.
Like an aborted child ripped from the womb.
The stench of flesh fouls the air, the undead wandering with vacant stare.
A petrified wife who bolts her door.
The resentful father who can't take no more.
An expectant vamp, waiting for the kill.
A scream pierces the night so helpless and shrill.
For in our minds, thought locked away upon the surface this very day.

"Today my pretties, it's time to die;
Surrender your souls into the sky".

The rain may cleanse and the breeze may chill.
But your eventual demise looms ever still.
So when you feel that final bite.
Try not to struggle, deband your fight.
Because you may live through your first attack.
But the evil and the heartless will always be back...

©
Gemma (FracturedMirror)