A Fatal Plague Poem by Jackie Beyer

What once was is not now
The pigs, the sheep, the milking of the cows
Those hopes and dreams have all but vanished
A fatal plague has the land ravished.
The dead now walk among us
A beating to the head is the only weakness
Our liege, our protector has failed
Keeping us safe for a while but then unveiled
He no longer cared for the commoners
The farmers, the workers and the sirs
He no longer cared about life itself.
And in front of many
Took his life for himself.
The town was in panic,
Everyone was manic
And the dead were still roaming around.
As our numbers lowered,
The remaining were bordered.
They cowered in fear
And hoped and prayed that a hero would appear.
One stepped upto the challenge
And snuck out to find food to scavenge.
A walking dead horror
That was passing by,
Ate our towns uprising hero without deny.
The few remaining townspeople scattered
The dead had almost conquered.
Those who decided to go it alone
The dead had ripped off their jaw bones.
And the last few were never seen.
Some say they had never been
While others say they escaped into the wilderness
And had died from a different illness.