Zombies

The city is silent,

But it is violent,

Feeling all creepy,

With all the spooky,

The wind is terrible,

Where the voice is feeble,

Here are the zombies,

With all the berries,

Walking the town,

With no frown,

Yelling out loud,

With some proud,

Voices still screaming,

With the mind gloomy,

And all moony,

Poor little zombies,

Creepy and smiling.