By: Amoureax Amant
Zombie king sat on throne with pukeface,
watching zombies kneeling toward palace,
his believers gathered in sacred town,
as clouds gathered, adorned splendid sundown.
Zombie king watched zombies lined square surface,
sipping hot daisy tea brought him solace,
his thought condensed desert where sun set down,
as sand drifted with wind, ached for hometown.
If zombie king guided zombies back home,
zombies would be gray cloud covered whole dome,
so zombie king guarded zombies on sand,
as sand buried yearnings beneath wasteland.
Perhaps zombie king waited for someone,
who came for him, who came across ocean.