The Walking Dead Poem by John Ackerman

they live among us yet they are not of us I exist as a vapor then am no more
long ago let the truth be told they walk among us in solid gold although the years have passed still have every reason to grasp the meaning of their existence
long hanging fangs dripping blood off the side of mouth eyes with spots
Blackened death stench of personifications permeate through the fabric of their being
A premivial existence with primordial occurences intact of their civilization
heavy breaths of intense structure from within the billows of their habitation alone
Dragons beyond beauty and belief unleashedwith a rainbow in the sky a slight reply
vested memories of conclaves to an explosion leading to a doorway of midget trolls
the very fabric of clay rolled out as a door mat reiniscent to a quaint perpetual stance
the inner clavity of the expanse of this scene left one puzzled and uneasy

shifting sand in vagrant reminder of the scent of dust loosened among mighty nobel men
men of honor to fight for their inner dignity with valor would take their stand against the beast unleashed,
inside a nearby garden with fairy's of heavenly delight with wings of amusement
onto the common wealth they reside barren at times but there was an even lower class
the walking dead,
As they would drool with spit coming down to the sides of their mouths they were evil
Zombie infested maggots in deepened peril beneath the garment of humanity swell
in direct portion to the dust that was in the wind coming into town

After much time the villagers were calm but one night the dead rebeled against them
the dragon was loosened from its cage down bellow beneath the gallows exposed
fighting continued with a bizarre twist to this story as a fairy would sit next to a zombie
the touch turned to love then the story got better when the court jester wore a feather
every where you looked was calamity within the city yet the dragon held on until one night the nobel king held on through a variation of a song...
took one swing chopped off the head of the dragon for it was no more history was made
the king was so very brave as he proclaimed peace to the land then had a plan to put an end to the walking dead faces filled with dread.
Rounding them up tide them all together after a sequence of events lit them all on fire
Happilly ever after did they all live together