By: Amoureax Amant
Zombie queen slipped with sun settled on sand,
as sand drifted with wind toward far land,
perhaps sand in desert slipped from her thought,
perhaps her thought burnt like sun made ground drought.
Zombie queen set feet on desert wasteland,
as sun settled on western zombieland,
perhaps she saw drought on farmland she brought,
perhaps she slipped with sun with afterthought.
She burned like flame, hotter than ripping sun,
as pheonix hovered over west mountain,
perhaps she missed her faraway hometown,
perhaps she just fancied desert's sundown.
She laid in her coffin with distant dream,
as though in dream she was young girl by stream.