Crying Corpses
Sat, 5 Jun 2010 at 04:40am
The cancer it courses through the crying corpses
As they weep and wail in wantonness ways
They claw through the corridors, cramped and crowded
Waiting with wickedness in their wallowing want
Vile and villainous in vehement volition
Can we control this course in cruelty
Where the wrathful wreak havoc to tickle their wills
Carrying the cravings of carnivorous canines
While whetting their whips and wetting their fangs?
Their vision is vicious. Their victims are vanishing
When will the weather wash away the withered and worn
And clear the carnage that crushes the crimeless?
When will the weary wake from their bewitchment
And cleanse the chicanery from the corners of creation?
With the dreary and dieing comes danger still dreadful.
The decaying will decease before admitting defeat
Can they hope to heal the hardened sores of the said sorrows?
Can the undead undue the damage already done?
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I applaud your alliteration scheme [as opposed to rhyme scheme] thought I'm thinking there's punctuation missing that could help me understand this better, or at least would make it an easier read.
still. appropriately chilling for a zombie poem :P
also, +2 for the use of 'chicanery'
Alliteration pattern!!!
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You may have described my last zombie dream minus the haunting end. It's good to see the creative process still flows through you pal