The purple shroud of country dark
attends the flock of bleating sheep,
the aspen kissed with nether-mist,
the mould'ring souls of bloodless sleep!
The farmers, gathered, eye the field
its downy lot stained slaughter red
the pyres lit, the victims burned
deny the fiends their feasting-dead!
Return to th' copse that hither-night
to catch the ghouls in grisly rage
their crumbling teeth gnaw blackened bones
the stakes they raise, the war they wage!
And, one by one the zombies fall
burned, dismembered, buried deep
so ne'er again, the town will fear
that shambling hoarde from graveyard deep!
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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Comments3
A poem of spooky and dark images well written
Literary devices: Imagery “purple shroud of country dark,” “crumbling teeth,” “blackened bones.”
Alliteration “bleating sheep,” “fiends their feasting-dead,” “shambling horde.”
Symbolism - zombies -recurring fears or past traumas; fire & burial - final purification and closure.
Tone -Dark, eerie, then triumphant as the villagers overcome the horror. Well written.
This is really well-written, I like the haunting message
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