In the night so dark and dreary,
A zombie roamed, so weak and weary.
With tattered clothes and rotting skin,
He shambled on, with no end to his sin.
But then he heard a hoot so loud,
It made him stop and look around.
And there upon a leafless tree,
A scary owl stared down at he.
Its eyes so piercing, black as coal,
Its feathers rustled, cold and old.
The zombie felt a shiver run,
As the owl hooted, “You’re never done.”
For even in undeath’s embrace,
The zombie could not escape his fate.
But still, he walked, night after night
Haunted by the owl’s warning plight
And so, they both continued on
The zombie and the scary owl
A never-ending, eerie song
Of death and darkness, with no cowl
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