Some Sort of Chaos
A spattering of color lit the night,
The circle called with unending light,
Spells were cast to cause a fright.
A demonic chorus sang his praise,
A zombie horde was their hope to raise,
But one wrong move would start a craze.
Lightening split the moonless sky,
The zombies let out a cry,
To say there wasn’t danger was a lie.
They marched down from the hill,
The bold in town thought it a thrill,
The demon zombies were intent to kill.
Shadows cloak and blood drips,
Teeth and bone tear and rips,
Sanity begins to lose its grips.
The intentiom was ultimate control,
Hubris reigns and takes the toll,
Hundreds of lives prematurely stole.
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