The Tale of Edward Krombie (A Halloween Sonnet Sunday)
- Kirk Forseth II

- Oct 30, 2025
- 1 min read

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













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