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Samantha's Game

Samantha's Game

A Poem by Raven Joann Maaka-Loureiro

Samantha,

She waits for you to meet her,

All alone she holds her bear close.

But what you have to do to get there,

It is almost impossible to do.

 

They can smell you from miles away,

They will do whatever they can to find you.

They’ll break through walls,

And crawl to you,

Just to get a taste of your flesh.

 

Even while you’re surrounded,

You are not defenseless.

You have your pistol with you,

And on the walls you can get a new gun,

Or more ammo if you run out.

 

As your cutting the first few,

They only take one knife to die.

But as the day goes on,

More and more come,

And you will have to start shooting.

 

Opening up doors to get more room,

Dogs will come to find you.

With flaming bodies and cold red eyes,

They follow the voice of a man.

Or is it really Samantha?

 

What luck you have if you find the box,

That glows green and with question marks all over it.

With the money you have you pay for it,

And out pops a random new weapon both good and bad.

But eventually you’ll get a teddy bear.

 

The teddy bear looks just like Samantha’s,

Her laughter will screech in your ear.

The box will disappear to a different room,

And you’ll be stuck with what you’ve got.

But don’t worry, because you’ll find it again.

 

After a while everything will be open,

You’ll have the good guns.

But they’ll run out of ammo,

How would you fix that?

By teleporting of course.

 

Into a room with a machine,

That will take in that weapon of yours.

Hurry up you don’t have much time,

Put it in and find a prize.

Oh look it’s your gun again.

 

Fully loaded you are ready for action,

Taking them out with an upgraded weapon.

You get the instant kills, the nukes, the max ammos,

But after the carpenter you think you’re safe.

But they will get you one day, for that is your fate.

© 2013 Raven Joann Maaka-Loureiro


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No. I don't want Samantha. I want to play with "them." Samantha can watch if she so desires. Your poem makes me think of zombies, hellhounds and videogames. A good combo. Look forward to see more of what you have to offer.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Raven Joann Maaka-Loureiro

11 Years Ago

You are completely right.

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Added on August 24, 2013
Last Updated on August 24, 2013
Tags: zombies, poetry