i need more zombie books!
i read the survival guide, and im reading world war z. i wanna get pride and prejudice and zombies, but has anyone read it? is it good?
and
i figured i'd throw in a poem i just wrote. nothing special, its an ode. tell me what you think. i got kinda lazy in the second stanza, and there's really no particular rhyme scheme... this is really just something i did when i was bored.
He steals the light from the days,
as we sleep, beyond our gaze,
not to mourn.
It is a phase, returned in good time
is the light as it's reborn.
So need not be torn, nor feel scorn.
Transition to day is sublime.
He bears no name, rather a title,
a common recital,
transforming colors to blacks and grays.
Only he can reveal the lunar strain,
reseal the moon's tears in a glimmering rain,
as it drifts on its run, to feign the sun.
He lifts darkness to so many lives
and survives all that's been real.
The scars of the day take time to heal.
Clouds kneel and spirits fly,
stars in the sky fall and take flight.
In the absence of light, he's always around,
invisible and unsound, we call him night.