By a grave
Of uncertainty
Lives a black rose
Shaded by the trees
As it grows
Veins of red set in motion
As the blood
Of the undead
Begins to flow
Dirt rocks and gravel
Spill over
As risen dead
Begin to unravel
Their mass numbers
Produce screams of the fearful
In their foreboding travel
With growing hunger
By a grave
Lives a black rose of red veins
With strained roots
Holding on to better days
Before floods of rage
Took the stage
Devastating the world
With insanity
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The Plague
PoetryThis is (an epic poem series), in my opinion, my best work, if you did not catch it..it's about a zombie apocalypse, please read and leave feedback
