Night Of The Not-So-Living Dead

Night Of The Not-So-Living Dead

A Poem by John McDonald
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This is a work in progress. I'm not entirely satisfied with it, nor do I know it's purpose. In the latest rewrite I included a tribute to the Evil Dead series. I guess it's just a fun piece, trying to reach out of my comfort zone.

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The Sky May Be Falling,
And The World May Be Ending,
And I'm Standing Here,
With My Guns A' Ready.

The Living Fall
Then As The Dead They Rise

"I'll Be Next," She Whispers,
The Infection Keeps Spreading,
"I Love You," He Says And Grabs Her Hand,
Leaving A Crimson Hole In Her Head.

The Armies of Darkness
Are Knocking At The Door,
He Holds His Gun High
In A Defiant Mock Salute
Before Opening Fire
Dropping Them, One By One.

Running Through The Masses,
Of The Evolution Of Humanity
He Fires Shot After Shot
He Is Fufilling The Prophecy
From Ashes To Ashes; From Dust To Dust

We All Know How This Ends
With the Death Of Him, Our Dear Friend
Battered And Broken, He Fights No More
As He Meets The Earth, He's Not Human Anymore

© 2008 John McDonald


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Wow, Intense. I'm not sure what else to say. I love it, though it is still not precisely my type of read.
Creative in every line, and I like the capitalization of every word.

Posted 15 Years Ago


this is brilliant
one of my favorite peices by you
put up more!



Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on June 3, 2008

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John McDonald
John McDonald

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