In the DEAD of night: a zombie's poem, written by moi.

Once dead, walks again,
taunts you, in the way he howls.
Searching for a feast.
The breath of the corpse
Shakes loose, the bones of his foes.
His stench, known by all.
take heed, walking plague,
Though, my rifle has no name
My will it does obey.
Let me deliver.
For your soul is lost tonight,
I will bring you home.