Rosarios apocalypse

Night stretched long, streets whisper death’s psalm,

Undead roam, clutch the moon in their palm.

Rosarios locked in, shattered glass alarms,

Kitchen knives, bats, strapped up like a calm before the storm.

Shuffle of feet, shadows leak from the cracks,

Hungry moans break, hearts beat like brass tacks.

They ain’t human, faces twisted, splintered tracks,

Rosarios cling tight, there’s no turning back.

Abuela whispers prayers as the candles flicker,

Walls trembling like the grave grew thicker.

Pop’s got a shotgun, hands shake, grows sicker,

Kids clutch faith while the clock grows quicker.

Groans at the door, scratching like sin’s hymn,

Window smears red, survival looks grim.

Mama says run! Sprint with the limb’s thin,

Darkness swallows whole like an infinite brim.

Shuffle of feet, shadows leak from the cracks,

Hungry moans break, hearts beat like brass tacks.

They ain’t human, faces twisted, splintered tracks,

Rosarios cling tight, there’s no turning back.

Barricade splits, hands claw through wood,

Pop blasts shells, swears he did all he could.

Mama grabs the hatch, underground, understood,

Survive another night, zombies claiming their 'hood.