"Walking Dead"- Poem

Chapter 1

Down The Street....We'll Meet.

I'm Walking down the street of a lonely neighborhood,
I hear a creepy moan,
The wind blows below the dark moon,
I turn and look at what's around,
What's that sound?
I don't know from where it comes,
But I know what it wants,
Maybe it'll rip out my hand,
Maybe it'll rip me open and eat my organs,
Or maybe it'll just eat my brains instead,
I look at the end of this retched street,
I can finally see what it is,
You can guess what's coming next....
It's the Walking Dead.


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