Walking DeadA Poem by StacyPerryFor a contest
The moon behind and the stars around,
The woman walks without a sound She stalks the darkness surrounded by night, She saw you walking and you are now in her sight You turn to say hello to her, She is on top you as if a blur A bite is taken and she rears her head, You are filled with pain yet not dead You are turning into what she has been, The walking dead who shall do this to someone else once again. © 2010 StacyPerryFeatured Review
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7 Reviews Added on June 12, 2010 Last Updated on June 12, 2010 AuthorStacyPerryAshtabula, OHAboutI have another profile on here I can not get into, so I had to start a new one. Please read ALL of my Poetry and Writings on this page and my old site on here [in which I have a lot of work.....*a tea.. more..Writing
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