When high beams cut the velvet night, And phantom figures roam, Beware the ones who shun the light And call the road their home. From seductive lures in neon bars To scholars lost in lore, The hollow souls beneath the stars Are seeking something more.
The youth who dance in empty rings, The lonely, easy prey- They cling to all the normal things As spirits fade away. But fear no more the midnight street, Or hunger's cold despair, For now the dead and living meet At Zombie Night Care.
A sanctuary for the lost, Secure and tucked away, Where walkers pay the final cost Until the break of day. So, pick your pens and find your grace, And color in the gloom, Within this strange and shadowed place Where silent stories bloom.