The Tale of Edward Krombie (A Halloween Sonnet Sunday)

 

Gaze upon the full moon burning in the sky

The time of innocence is about to die

Never again to beg for the meager alms

Forsaking the life I knew, I have no qualms

Several years have passed since I had my notion

Ingesting all the witch's opaque potion

I didn't think she was a necromantic

Ever since that day, my life’s been fantastic

Overwhelming hunger insatiable

The need to feed completely inscrutable

Sweet flesh calls to every fiber of my soul

A tantalizing scent makes me lose control

To the living, I express my lurid hate

Yearning to be the deliverer of their fate

Once the sentence has been passed, there’s no escape

Your precious life ends without any red tape

Keep telling yourself it’s nothing but a dream

Slowly, your eyes turn to the color of cream

This tragic ending, only they’re to blame

With the light extinguished, we’ll be the same

Their flesh calls to me, and I must devour

Create what will be known as their darkest hour

With each bite, the infection’s spreading faster

They will obey me, for I am their master

Throughout time, no one will compare to my reign

As the marks of the dead leave enormous pain

Destroying every soul who tries to defy

Unlike that of my fledglings, I cannot die

No more am I the childlike Edward Krombie

The whole world will fear me, for I am zombie