A poem written for Zombie Manor for merch/storyline, in the vein of one that they used in Texas. http://www.zombiemanor.com
Conjuring an army
Correcting the score
The love scorned sorceress
called the dead ones forth
Twisted and rotten
Raised from their graves
Hopeless and forgotten
she’s enlisting rotting slaves
Animate the body through esoteric means
These cords can’t be severed
– can’t lift these magical reigns.
On and on, forever they’ll spread
stay away from the walking dead…
For any brave soul that steps forth to this Manor
will come face to face with their head on a platter.
Enter if thou will, tread carefully you must
There’s no escaping Zombie Manor’s blood lust.