Zombie Sonnet

A deathly breeze comes floating through the air.
It fills the dead with a new glowing light
And fills the living with such deep despair.
A virus, new, has come to town tonight.
The townsfolk, living, grab a torch and knives,
Preparing to do battle with the horde.
For tonight they are fighting for their lives,
Protecting themselves with musket and sword.
But will we win against this undead foe?
What with this virus spreading rapidly?
Or will we die in our attempt, oh no,
We may yet find the cure successfully.
But unless we soon find the cure to our
Zombie problem, we'll all be dead within the hour.