I sat beside a mighty stone
where little moss had grown
and in its shadow felt a chill
that haunts me this day still
For I had stopped to picnic there
and breathe the open air
when suddenly I saw the truth;
A graveyard's quite uncouth
a spot to dine and wine and rest;
for crossroads are unblessed
a place to lay out the deceased.
and so I stopped my feast.
But angry are the townsfolk now
and have taken a vow
to hunt me down and kill me quick
for my hapless picnic.
Such was the start of wicked dreams
and with horror the mem'ry teams
for all the warnings that it made
and how the zombies did invade…
My friends were dead, he church held only me.
She called me back, but no one else could see.
I did not go to school that day,
but weeping, tried to pray.
Tale Told 