Zombie Zone

Sun sets, full moon rises, a cold wind blows.
We gather branches to burn for bonfire.
Just what will happen tonight, no one knows.
Our old ones say this eve will be quite dire.

Take old skulls from crypt and place on wood posts
facing outwards, safeguard against those dead
ancient spirits return, sepulchral ghosts.
Shudder, full of dread for dark hours ahead

Darkness thickens, slow pale orb climbs higher.
Light our fire and huddle around the blaze.
We seek warmth and safety close by our fire
no one dares to gaze into nearby haze.

Eerie web of clouds spin across the moon.
Putrid odor drifts inside our tight ring,
strong sour stench signals sorrow will strike soon.
Something bad out there, misfortune will bring

We draw in, keep close, pull our children near
we whisper within while wind outside wails,
wise words won’t work, we find focus for fear.
Nasty nights like these are more than tall tales.

Soon a sharp shriek, now one of us is gone
no longer here, we hear a ghastly cry.
It’s a very long time until the dawn.
How many more of us will have to die?