Genre: Horror, Zombie, Gore
Kiss of the Undead
by Lin Jenkinson
At the base of the rock cliff
They sit and wait
Ungodly leftovers of mankind
You will know them by their dragging gate
It is not a trick of the mind
All at once they begin their trudge
Through marshes and creeks
The marginal left-behind
They are the undead- the unwashed freaks
Come to see what they can find
They sludge and trudge in relentless hordes
Sporting their awkward grins
No point in running- read this and weep
They’re coming this way my friend
And they get you where you sleep
In your houses, in your towns
They will soon arrive
With sightless eyes they see you in your bed
And they will feed on you alive
Beware the first kiss of the grateful undead
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