Zombie

As a Zombie, I Live,
With a single Motive,
To Hunt, and Eat,
A certain Type of Meat.

Specifically, You,
Your Brains and Muscle Tissue,
On them I shall Feast,
Like a Feral Beast.

I hardly control Myself;
My Feelings, placed on a Shelf,
Only that One Desire,
Clouds my Mind, like a Mire.

I urge You to Run,
Get Away, this is no Fun,
And if it's You I Catch,
Then You'll be no Match.

For a Zombie am I;
No "eye for an eye",
You give, I take,
Only for my Sake.

We shall soon number greatly,
Our Forces Increase lately,
So I suggest, once more,
To close that room's door.

Zombie: Another Side (Part One?)

"Aye, 'tis a Zombie",
Said Sir Abercrombie,
A most respectable knight,
Unfazed by this blight.

We know not how it began,
We simply noticed, and ran,
Leaving our families and friends,
To most undesirable ends.

In the castle we were,
When this started, for sure,
The knights fought hard,
But many fell, deeply scarred.

As we were pushed away,
From the stables came a neigh,
We opened the stable door,
And found several survivors more.

Those that could, rode,
Down to an empty abode,
A watch we divided,
And there, for a time, abided.