| You wake up scared by sudden sounds Of bangs and thumps, breaks and pounds In your home they surely are Stranded there without your car Slowly you leave your bedroom What may be your certain doom? As you creep down the hall Feeling now not so tall Close quarters here, can give no slip The sword you hold with steady grip You peek into the living room And there it is, certain doom A zombie lurking by the couch Turns your way and so you crouch But you realize it's too late So you stand to face your fate Plunging forth you swing your sword Making contact, rest assured It falls back, with your strength Cut deeply by the blade's length You take your frustration out on it Hacking away to sever it Before you know it, it is done Zombie dead, you have won Its head is now on the floor Spurting forth bloody gore But ere you can celebrate More is there in store for fate 2 more zombies lurk inside They see you, you cannot hide Wide open is the front door Do you flee or fight some more? |
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