653. The Night Of The Loving Dead Poem by Jaden Knight

The graves of our ancestors opened up at midnight
and the dead came crawling out
they lurched stiffly from the church yard
coming out in large disorganised groups

Flesh barely clinging to their bones
mouths fixed into a friendly smile
carrying flowers and gifts in rotting hands
moving deceptively fast despite their condition

Any human they found got a hug and a kiss
some may also get a present
only the most evil people were be bitten
turning them into zombies themselves
shuffling quietly through the ranks
as their malice faded away with their thoughts

At dawn the ancestors returned to their graves
taking those who were turned along with them
the events that occurred were recorded in the town's history
forever to be remembered and known as
as the night of the loving dead