Robert Frost styled poem

Before you read the actual poem, I've just got something to say. there ended up being two different versions of this poem because I forgot to copy the first stanza of the original poem into the words document I finished it on, so I wrote an extra stanza at the end. Once I figured out my mistake, I fixed the poem so it would match the Robert Frost poem we were supposed to be imitating for Creative Writing.
Just so you know, the second version (called Steve, Carly, Charles, and Harley:My Next Meal)  is my personal favorite.


(original version)
Feasting on the Flesh of Small, Cute Children

Who these kids are, I do not care
Only that their brains taste so fair.
Gone they are from where they once stood
Into the undead’s darkest lair.

To fight, they tried. They thought they could
Escape from me into the wood,
But now one lies without its head.
Eat them now? I probably should.

The others lie within their bed
And stay for the day they'll be dead.
They wait for me to turn and leave,
But I will wait 'til dry they're bled.

Their limbs I shall eagerly cleave
From their bodies; one's name is Steve.
A gruesome cloth of death I weave.
They’ll not live to see next-day’s eve.


(2^nd version)
Steve, Carly, Charles, and Harley: My Next Meal

Who these kids are, I do not care
Only that their brains taste so fair.
Gone they are from where they once stood
Into the undead’s darkest lair.

To fight, they tried. They thought they could
Escape from me into the wood,
But now one lies without its head.
Eat them now? I probably should.

The others lie within their bed
And stay for the day they'll be dead.
They wait for me to turn and leave,
But I will wait 'til dry they're bled.

Their limbs I shall eagerly cleave
From their bodies; one's name is Steve.
Their tears will fall down so meekly
A gruesome cloth of death I weave.

One’s called Charles, the other, Carly.
I think the dead one was Harley.
The blood will flow now, so sweetly,
And I will feast regularly.

Zombie Apocalypse

I remember when it started.
A wave; an attack.
A tsunami of death and decay.
A plague of misery.
A plague of misery.
As a by-stander, I watch them die,
And I watch them re-awaken,
Like a flower closing for the night and opening with the sun.

No one knew from where they came.
Shambling like a monster from a movie,
With nerves connected wrong.
A disassembled, damaged, crooked thing;
Beyond repair and cast away.
Unstated hunger and mindless thirst.
An emaciated animal, searching in vain for relief.

Fathers, mothers, and children flee
From the comforts they once held dear.
Many fall like clear-cut trees
Only to rise again.
Rabid dogs without a purpose.
All they want is to feed,
And they do.

I am a rabbit chased by a fox.
I am a deer herded by a pack of wolves.
They cannot move as fast as me,
But like a wildfire, they spread.
Cornered, finally, in an alley;
Cries rise from around me.
A maternity ward of anguish.

With claws and teeth they come.
I am one against the many.
I am the only blossom still alive
When the snow falls to the ground.
They come and pluck me from the earth.
I slip into the endless night.

I once had a family,
but I find only blood at home.
A massacre instead of dinner.
A hell instead of warmth.
No satisfaction for this new found hunger.
No water for my thirst.
No snacks to fill this child's belly.

I leave my haven of years past
For a meal that will not fulfill my desires.
Two tiny morsels running by scream and beg for mercy.
The fight and kick and scratch and cry,
But too they are surrounded by a wintry forest;
An inescapable grave yard of death.
No life is here, only un-felt pain.

And so I find myself now
With two dead children and a meal.
Two bits of roadkill on an empty street
In a lifeless world of make believe.
The nightmare of the past
Brought to life by fate.
An apocalypse to flawless that the sky morns in crimson.

The Promise of a Future

My dreams were severed.
My hopes, filleted.
The promise of a future
with the man I loved,
and a college education,
is gone.

I was fighting. Free.
And then, captured.
The promise of a future
was ripped from me,
and my freedom was destroyed.
And now,

With that one bad bite,
I was murdered.
The promise of a future
was stollen from me.
I became a zombie chick.
Undead.